Stand, soldier of the cross,

Thy high allegiance claim,

And vow to hold the world but loss

For Thy Redeemer’s name.

Arise, and be baptized,

And wash thy sins away;

Thy league with God be solemnized,

Thy faith avouch’d today.

No more thine own, but Christ’s,

With all the saints of old;

Apostles, seers, evangelists,

And martyr throngs enrolled.

In God’s whole armour strong,

Front hell’s embattled pow’rs;

The warfare may be sharp and long,

The vict’ry must be ours.

Oh, bright the conqu'ror’s crown,

The song of triumph sweet,

When faith casts every trophy down

At our great Captain's feet.