There's a glorious work before us,

A work both great and grand;

Every man at once should join us,

And help with heart and hand.

There are homes now fall of sadness,

Whence peace and love are flown;

We must fill these home with gladness,

And make the Saviour known.

There are drink bound slaves ground us,

Who writhe in helpless woe;

We must snap the bonds that bind them,

And toy the tyrant low.

There are wives and mothers weeping,

Whose hearts are cold and sad;

We must give them joyous greeting,

And bid them yet be glad.

There are crowds of little children,

Deep sunk in sin and night;

We must raise them from their darkness,

And lead them up to light.

Let us then gird on our armour,

And God our strength shall be;

He the host is onward leading

To certain victory!