The Victory May Depend on You

Thro’ the land a call is sound­ing

And it comes to age and youth;

’Tis a sum­mons to the con­flict

In the cause of right and truth:

To the stan­dard of our cap­tain

Lo

there comes a faith­ful few;

But the vic­to­ry

my bro­ther

May de­pend on you.

The vic­t’ry may de­pend on you

The vic­t’ry may de­pend on you;

Dare to stand among the few

With the faith­ful tried and true

For the vic­t’ry may de­pend on you.

See the migh­ty hosts of ev­il

Spreading death through­out the land;

Who is there will an­swer quick­ly

And the hosts of sin with­stand?

Do not fear to join our stand­ard

For our ranks are tried and true

And the vic­to­ry

my bro­ther

May de­pend on you.

Lo

a tri­umph day is com­ing

When our arms shall be laid down;

Then each faith­ful

loy­al sol­dier

Shall re­ceive a vic­tor’s crown;

Would you stand among the vic­tors

With the band of faith­ful few?

Then the vic­to­ry

my bro­ther

May de­pend on you.