The sign of the cross I triumphantly bear,
Though none of my kindred that emblem may wear.
I joyfully follow the champions of right,
Who march on to glory, who march on to glory,
Who march on to glory with weapons of might.

The Pillar that guides us through peril and strife,
The Rock that is cleft, giving waters of life,
Is Christ and His cross. By His Spirit and Word
The heart He refreshes, the heart He refreshes,
The heart He refreshes, our Savior and Lord.

O Shepherd, abide with us, care for us still,
And feed us and lead us, and teach us Thy will,
And when in Thy heavenly fold we shall be,
Our thanks and our praises, our thanks and our praises,
Our thanks and our praises we’ll render to Thee.