- 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.
- Our heavenly country now,
Our Lord and Master, Thine,
Receive imprinted on thy brow
His passion's awful sign.
- 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 may be sharp and long,
The victory must be ours.
- Oh, bright the conqueror's crown,
The song of triumph sweet,
When faith casts every trophy down
At our great Captain's feet. Amen.