Sleep Not, Soldier Of The Cross,
Foes Are Lurking All Around;
Look Not Here To Find Repose;
This Is But Thy Battleground.

Up! And Take Thy Shield And Sword!
Up! It Is The Call Of Heav’n;
Shrink Not Faithless From Thy Lord;
Nobly Strive, As He Hath Striven.

Break Through All The Force Of Ill;
Tread The Might Of Passion Down;
Struggling Onward, Onward Still,
To Thy Conquering Savior’s Crown.

Through The Midst Of Toil And Pain,
Let This Thought Ne’er Leave Thy Breast;
Every Triumph Thou Dost Gain
Makes More Sweet Thy Coming Rest.

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