The Lord said to Gi­de­on: Go for­ward!
For sure­ly I’ll op­en the way;
Though count­less the host that op­pos­es,
Thou hast but to trust and ob­ey.

Refrain

The sword of the Lord, and of Gi­de­on
Is just as ef­fect­ive to­day, hal­le­lu­jah!
As it was when the great host of Mi­di­an
Was van­quished, and fled in dis­may.

His sword ne­ver yet lost a bat­tle;
His pro­mis­es ne­ver can fail;
O Gi­de­ons, move stea­di­ly for­ward
No mat­ter what foes may as­sail.

Refrain

Be rea­dy to throw down your pit­cher;
Your lamp hold aloft in your hand;
And blow such a blast on your trum­pet
’Twill ec­ho all ov­er the land.

Refrain

Sound none but true notes on your trum­pet
As ov­er the road you shall roam;
Till Ga­bri­el’s trump blows the sig­nal
That calls the last Gi­de­on home.

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