We are liv­ing, we are dwell­ing,
In a grand and aw­ful time,
In an age on ag­es tell­ing;
To be liv­ing is sub­lime.
Hark! the wak­ing up of na­tions,
Gog and Ma­gog to the fray;
Hark! what sound­eth is cre­ation’s
Groaning for the lat­ter day.

Will ye play, then? will ye dal­ly
Far be­hind the bat­tle line?
Up! it is Je­ho­vah’s ral­ly;
God’s own arm hath need of thine.
Worlds are charg­ing, Heav’n be­hold­ing;
Thou hast but an hour to fight;
Now, the bla­zoned cross un­fold­ing,
On, right on­ward for the right!

Sworn to yield, to wa­ver, ne­ver;
Consecrated, born again;
Sworn to be Christ’s sol­diers ev­er,
O for Christ at least be men!
O let all the soul with­in you
For the truth’s sake go abroad!
Strike! let ev­ery nerve and sin­ew
Tell on ag­es, tell for God.