1 Captain, we look to Thee,
Thy promised succors claim,
Humbly assured of victory
Through Thine almighty name;
With furious beasts to fight,
Forth in Thy strength we go,
With all the earth-born sons of night,
With all the fiends below.
2 Hold of Thine arm we take,
And fearlessly march on,
The world, the realm of Satan, shake,
And turn it upside down;
’Gainst all the powers of hell
Undaunted we proceed,
Resistless and invincible
Through our triumphant Head.
3 A suffering fight we wage
With man’s oppressive power,
Endure the persecutor’s rage,
Till all the storm is o’er;
Armed with the patient mind
Which in our Savior was,
We bear the hate of all mankind,
And glory in the cross.
4 To gain that heavenly prize
We gladly suffer here,
And languish in yon opening skies
To see His sign appear;
His sign we soon shall see,
The Lord shall quickly come,
And give the final victory,
And take the conquerors home.