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;
Thro’ the 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 pow’rs of night,
That have held the world in sorrow;
And the broken heart shall forget its smart,
And shall hail a joyful morrow.
Long 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 is the fight, but the God of light,
Tho’ unseen, is ever near us;
And the prayers that rise to the list’ning 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]
Source: Hymns of Praise: for the Church and Sunday School #273
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