Stand Firm

Stand firm when the ene­my charg­es

Your ranks in all his might

When sore

in­deed

is the dan­ger

Which lies in the hot

fierce fight;

Cower not in that hour of con­flict

When the test comes un­to you;

But in that hour of hours

To God

and your­self be true!

We are sol­diers

sol­diers

Soldiers of a heav’n­ly king

We are sol­diers

sol­diers

And we’ll make His prais­es ring

We’ll make His prais­es ring for­ev­er.

Stand firm

and not for an in­stant

Let the cow­ard’s thought be yours

Or the heart that’s weak and trem­bling

Nor the heart that not en­dures;

But steel your breast to the con­flict

With cour­age your soul en­due

And in that hour of hours

To God

and your­self be true!

Stand firm

and so shall fal­ter

The ene­my at last

Grow weak

and yield the con­quest

And the tri­al will be past;

And so shall glo­ri­ous vic­t’ry

O’er sin come un­to you

Since you

in that hour of hours

To God

and your­self be true!