March On, March On

March on

march on

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

we 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.

March on

march on

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.

We march to fight with the pow’rs of night

That hold the world in sor­row;

And the brok­en heart shall be healed of its smart

And arise to a joy­ful mor­row;

O’er the realms of night shall our stand­ard bright

Arise

their dark­ness clear­ing;

And souls that were dead to the Lord who bled

Shall re­vive at His glad ap­pear­ing.

O so long is the fight

but the God of light

Is ev­er watch­ing 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 shine on the Vic­tor’s glo­ry;

And earth at rest

in her Lord con­fessed

Shall re­joice in the fin­ished sto­ry.