1 When we know, with souls grown weary,
After battle rest is sweet,
And we, trusting, lay our burden
At the Master’s nail-pierced feet,—
When light floods the pathway hidden,
Shall we say, with spirit free,
“I have fought as thou hast bidden,—
Lord, thine the victory?”

Chorus:
Not our own, the victor’s glory,
Tho’ the battle fierce may be;
Not our own, defeat’s sad story,—
Our fight—his victory.

2 Not our own the joy triumphant
Of the darkness brought to light,
Nor the glory of the banner
held aloft thro’out the fight;
Not our own, for he who shareth
All the battle’s brunt with thee,
High our vanguard standard beareth,
And leads to victory. [Chorus]

3 Yea, tho’ darkness on thy warfare
Creeps behind life’s setting sun,
And tho’ brave thy fight and faithful,
Still the battle is not won.
Fear not ‘mid the shades of even,—
“Fight!” the word he gave to thee,—
Will not he who reigns in heaven
Guard his own victory? [Chorus]