The call to arms is sounding, the foemen muster strong
While saints beneath the altar
Are crying "Lord, how long?
The living and the loving
Christ's royal standard raise,
And marching on to conflict,
Shout forth their Captain's praise.

Not time for self-indulgence,
For resting by the way,
Repose will come at even,
But toil is for the day
Work like the blessėd Jesus,
Who from His earliest youth,
Would do His Father's business,
And witness for the truth.

For the one Faith, the true Faith,
The Faith which cannot fail,
For the one Church, the true Church,
Gainst which no foes prevail;
Made one with God Incarnate,
We in His might must win
The glory of self-conquest,
Of vict’ry over sin.

Behold! Upon Mount Sion
A glorious people stand,
A crown on ev'ry forehead,
A palm in ev'ry hand
Lo! these are they who boldly
The Name of Christ confess'd,
And now triumphant praise Him
In Heavn's unresting rest.

O Jesu! Who art waiting
Thy faithfül ones to crown,
Vouchsafe to bless our conflict,
Our loving service own,
Come in each heart tor ever
As King adored to reign,
Till we with Saints triumphant
Uplift the victor's strain.