1 Soldiers, who are Christ's below,
strong in faith resist the foe:
boundless is the pledged reward
unto them who serve the Lord.

2 'Tis no palm of fading leaves
that the conqueror's hand receives;
joys are his, serene and pure,
light that ever shall endure.

3 For the souls that overcome
waits the beauteous heavenly home,
where the blèssed evermore
tread, on high, the starry floor.

4 Passing soon and little worth
are the things that tempt on earth;
heavenward lift thy soul's regard;
God himself is thy reward.

5 Father, who the crown dost give,
Saviour, by whose death we live,
Spirit, who our hearts dost raise,
Three in One, thy name we praise.