The Son of God goes forth to war
A kingly crown to gain;
His blood-red banner streams afar:
Who follows in His train?
Who best can drink his cup of woe
Triumphant over pain
Who patient bears his cross below
He follows in His train.
The martyr first
whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave
Who saw his Master in the sky
And called to Him to save:
Like Him
with pardon on his tongue
In midst of mortal pain
He prayed for them that did the wrong:
Who follows in his train?
A glorious band
the chosen few
On whom the Spirit came
Twelve valiant saints
their hope they knew
And mocked the cross and flame.
They met the tyrant’s brandished steel
The lion’s gory mane
They bowed their necks
the death to feel:
Who follows in their train?
A noble army
men and boys
The matron and the maid
Around the Savior’s throne rejoice
In robes of light arrayed.
They climbed by strength divine from heaven
Through peril
toil
and pain:
O God
to us may grace be given
To follow in their train.
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