1 O soldiers of the living God,
Press on, is vic'tries win!
Tho' principalities and pow'rs
You fight without, within.
A blood-stained banner goes before,
Once borne by martyred throng;
And, while a cross of shame they bore,
Their lips proclaimed the song.
Of "victory! victory!"
(Of "victory! victory!")
Loud let the echoes ring;
Thro' Jesus, Immaneul.
2 O soldiers of the living God,
Pray on! prayer is the pow'r
That nerves the heart with bravery
In each unguarded hour.
When Satan and his mighty host
Their toils around you fling,
Mount on the wings of faith and prayer,
Triumphantly to sing [Chorus]
3 O soldiers of the living God,
Fight on, nor fear the foe;
Led by a mighty Conqueror,
Defeat you cannot know.
Go forth His power to proclaim,
To battle for your King;
And, as you conquer in His name,
The song of triumph sing, [Chorus]