See the hosts of ill, camped along the hill
And with­in the vale be­low!
See their bold ar­ray! shall we win the day,
As we march against the foe?

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With the sword of the Lord and of Gi­de­on,
With the sword of the Lord and of Gi­de­on,
With the sword of the Lord and of Gi­de­on,
Smite the ene­my till he flee.

O how great and strong are the hosts of wrong
Clad in all their pomp and pride!
But we need not fear, when their ranks draw near,
For the Lord is on our side.

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Satan strong may be, but will sure­ly flee
If we fal­ter not nor fail;
For the cause of right and of God we fight,
And we must at last pre­vail.

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Forward, then, we’ll go and meet the foe
In the strength of Christ, our king;
When the day is done, and the fight is won,
Then the vic­tor’s song we’ll sing.

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