1 Great leader of thine Israel's host,
We shout thy conquering name;
Legions of foes beset thee round,
And legions fled with shame.

2 A victory glorious and complete
Thou by thy death didst gain;
So in thy cause may we contend,
And death itself sustain.

3 By our illustrious general fir'd,
We no extremes would fear;
Prepar'd to struggle and to bleed,
If you, our Lord, be near.

4 We'll trace the footsteps then hast drawn
To triumph and renown;
Nor shun thy combat and thy cross,
May we but share thy crown.