The Song of the New Crusade

We come

we come like the hosts of old

To tri­umph ov­er sin;

The Sun­day School

in an ar­my strong

The world for Christ to win.

We’ll on­ward press at the Mas­ter’s call

In ar­mor bright ar­rayed;

Our voic­es ring in a joy­ous strain—

The song of the New Cru­sade.

Forward

press for­ward for­ev­er

Forward! with hearts un­dis­mayed;

Forward! the world for Je­sus

The song of the New Cru­sade.

We come

we come by the will of God

The lamp of truth to bear

Till shines the light of the Gos­pel ray

In glo­ry ev­ery­where.

With Zion’s king as our lead­er true

We ne’er can be dis­mayed;

But praise His name

as we shout and sing

The song of the New Cru­sade.

We come

we come in a migh­ty band

His cross up­lift­ed high;

Our feet keep time to the glad refrain

That floods the sunlit sky.

We for­ward march at the trum­pet’s call

Our hearts on Christ are stayed

While loud and clear sounds the mu­sic sweet

The song of the New Cru­sade.