We are living, we are
dwelling, in a grand and
awful time,
In an age on ages telling;
to be living is sublime.
Hark! the waking up of
nations, hosts advancing
to the fray;
Hark! what soundeth is
creation’s groaning for
the latter day.
Will ye
play, then? will ye dally
far behind the battle
line?
Up! it is Jehovah’s rally;
God’s own arm hath need of
thine.
Worlds are charging,
heaven beholding; thou
hast but an hour to fight;
Now, the blazoned cross
unfolding, on, right
onward for the right!
Sworn to yield, to
waver, never; consecrated,
born again;
Sworn to be Christ’s
soldiers ever, O for
Christ at least be men!
O let all the soul within
you for the truth’s sake
go abroad!
Strike! let every nerve
and sinew tell on ages,
tell for God.
