Thro’ the land a call is sound­ing,
And it comes to age and youth;
’Tis a sum­mons to the con­flict,
In the cause of right and truth:
To the stan­dard of our cap­tain,
Lo, there comes a faith­ful few;
But the vic­to­ry, my bro­ther,
May de­pend on you.

Refrain

The vic­t’ry may de­pend on you,
The vict’ry may de­pend on you;
Dare to stand among the few,
With the faith­ful tried and true,
For the vic­t’ry may de­pend on you.

See the migh­ty hosts of ev­il
Spreading death through­out the land;
Who is there will an­swer quick­ly,
And the hosts of sin with­stand?
Do not fear to join our stand­ard,
For our ranks are tried and true,
And the vic­to­ry, my bro­ther,
May de­pend on you.

Refrain

Lo, a tri­umph day is com­ing,
When our arms shall be laid down;
Then each faith­ful, loy­al sol­dier
Shall re­ceive a vic­tor’s crown;
Would you stand among the vic­tors,
With the band of faith­ful few?
Then the vic­to­ry, my bro­ther,
May de­pend on you.

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