Oft in danger, oft in woe,

Onward, Christians, onward go;

Fight the fight, maintain the strife,

Strengthened with the Bread of Life.

Shrink not, Christians: will ye yield?

Will ye quit the painful field?

Will ye flee in dangers hour?

Know ye not your Captain’s pow’r

Let your drooping hearts be glad;

March in heavenly armour clad

Fight, nor think the battle long

Soon shall vict’ry tune your song.

Let not sorrow dim your eye,

Soon shall every tear be dry;

Let not fears your course impede,

Great your strength if great your need.

Onward then to glory move,

More than conquerors ye shall prove,

Though oppos’d by many a foe,

Christian soldiers, onward go