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 avouched 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 powers, The warfare we may be sharp and long The victory must be ours.

O bright the conqueror's crown, The song of triumph sweet, When faith casts every trophy down At our great Captain's feet!