Soldiers, who are Christ’s be­low,
Strong in faith re­sist the foe:
Boundless is the pledged re­ward
Unto them who serve the Lord.

’Tis no palm of fad­ing leaves
That the con­quer­or’s hand re­ceives;
Joys are his, se­rene and pure,
Light that ev­er shall en­dure.

For the souls that ov­er­come,
Waits the beau­te­ous heav­en­ly home,
Where the bless­èd ev­er­more
Tread, on high, the star­ry floor.

Passing soon and lit­tle worth
Are the things that tempt on earth;
Heavenward lift thy soul’s re­gard;
God Him­self is thy re­ward.

Father, who the crown dost give,
Savior, by whose death we live,
Spirit, who our hearts dost raise,
Three in One, Thy name we praise.