Thou Who Thyself didst sanctify,
And set Thyself apart,
Thy servant’s purpose ratify,
The purpose of his heart.

In reverence he himself would yield
To be Thy soldier true,
And in high places of the field
Thy glorious work to do.

Captain Divine, his name enroll;
In token let him feel
The fire from Heav’n within his soul,
The ever burning zeal!

Give him his armor, all of light;
And with unfaltering breath,
Lord, make him Thy great battle fight,
And faithful be, to death!

He that o’ercometh, Lord, with Thee
The morning star shall own,
The robe and palm of victory
And the immortal crown.