Rise at the cry of battle,
Arm for the coming strife;
By night and day you must fight your way
Till you pass through death to life;
Ready to face the danger,
Ready to right the wrong.
There is many a foe on the way you go:
Quit you like men, be strong!

Fiery and fierce the conflict,
Daring and swift the foe;
His hosts are found on the battle ground,
Where they wait to lay you low.
Sharp are his darts and deadly,
Keen is the strife and long;
Then arm for the fight in the armour of light:
Quit you like men, be strong!

Strive till the strife is over,
Fight till the fight is won;
Though sore opprest, seek not for rest
Until the day is done.
After the well-fought battle
Join in the victor's song;
Your trophies bring to Christ your King:
Quit you like men, be strong!


Ada R. Greenaway