1 Where trial with its fiery darts
Assails the souls of man,
Where wild temptation, beck'ning on His dark, unholy clan,
Allures with treach'rous, cruel pow'r
To sin, despair and woe.
Where mask'd in beauty
Vice is thron'd,
And smiles on all below.
There will we battle for the right,
There will we bring false deeds to light,
There will we strike with pow'r and might
For truth and God.

2 Where weak and troubl'd spirits quail,
And feebly strive to fly,
Enchanted by each glitt'ring snare
That meets the 'wilder'd eye,
Where mocking laugh and angry words
Fall on the tortured ear.
Where evil wields, with iron arm,
His scimitar of fear.
There will we battle for the right,
There will we bring false deeds to light,
There will we strike with pow'r and might
For truth and God.