Quit you like men, be strong! Wax valiant in the fight; See! Yonder Captain leads the throng, In whom is your delight.

Though battle's thunders roar, And hosts of darkness press, He is alive for evermore, And succors our distress.

List to the swelling strains Of those who fought and won, They laud the Lamb, the crimson stains His vesture are upon:

'Twas through His precious blood, Confession to His name, And lives laid down, that they once stood And every foe o'ercame,

Shall we, then, faint and fail When strength seems all but gone? Nay, rather, on your Captain call And look to Him alone.

"For I am strong when weak," O count this saying true, The Lord doth strength and comfort speak As no one else can do.