1 Th' accursed crew have lost their treasure,
That heav'nly bliss that knows no measure,
And reckless, now, with envy burning,
Their fury on our souls are turning.

Chorus:
Arm for deadly fight,
Earth and hell unite,
And swear in lasting bonds to bind us;
Raise the cross on high;
"Jesus!" is our cry;
With Jesus still the foe shall find us.

2 Thrice happy he who, heavenward turning,
Prays while he fights, with ardor burning;
Begs aid from those who here have strives,
And succor from the Queen of Heaven. [Chorus]

3 Though crafty is the foe's contriving,
And ruthless his relentless striving,
On God, our hope, our strength, relying,
We'll pledge to heaven our faith undying. [Chorus]