1 March on, march on, O ye soldiers true,
In the cross of Christ confiding,
For the field is set, and the hosts are met,
And the Lord His own is guiding.
Through earth's wide round, let the tidings sound,
Of the Lord who came from heaven;
Of the mighty hope, that with death can cope,
And the love so freely given.

Refrain:
March on, march on, O ye soldiers true,
In the cross of Christ confiding,
For the field is set and the hosts are met,
and the Lord His own is guiding.

2 We march to fight with the powers of night,
That have held the world in sorrow;
And the broken heart shall forget its smart,
And shall hail a joyful morrow,
We fight with wrong, and our weapon strong
Is the love which hate shall banish;
And the chains shall fall from each ransomed thrall,
As the thrones of tyrants vanish. [Refrain]

3 Long wear the fight, but the God of right,
Though unseen, is ever near us;
And the prayers that rise to the listening skies
Like a song of hope shall cheer us.
Till the sunrise broad of the day of God
Shall declare the victor's glory,
And the world shall rest in her Lord confessed,
And shall sing the finished story. [Refrain]

Amen.