1 Christian, rouse thee! war is raging,
God with sin is battle waging,
Every ransomed power engaging,
Break the tempter’s spell.
Dare ye still lie fondly dreaming,
Wrapt in ease and worldly scheming,
While the multitudes are streaming,
Downwards into hell.
Thro’ the world resounding,
Let the Gospel sounding,
Summon all at Jesus’ call,
His glorious cross surrounding;
Sons of God, earth’s trifles leaving,
Be not faithless, but believing,
To your conqu’ring Captain cleaving,
Forward to the fight.
2 Lord, we come, and from Thee never,
Self nor earth our hearts shall sever,
Thine entirely, Thine forever,
We will fight and die.
To a world of rebels dying,
Heaven, and hell, and God defying,
Everywhere we’ll still be crying,
Will ye perish, why? [Refrain]
3 Hark! I hear the warriors shouting,
Now the hosts of hell we’re routing,
Courage! onward! never doubting,
We shall win the day.
See the foe before us falling,
Sinners on the Savior calling,
Throwing off the bondage galling,
Join our glad array. [Refrain]
The first four lines of this tune constitute the Common Metre hymn tune HARLECH; a transcription of the melody and the most commonly found English lyrics of the martial folk tune are given in the Digital Tradition: MEN OF HARLECH (a Welsh text and translation are here).