1 Stand, soldier of the cross,
Thy high allegiance claim,
And vow to hold the world but loss
For Thy Redeemer’s name.

2 Arise, and be baptized,
And wash thy sins away;
Thy league with God be solemnized,
Thy faith confessed to-day.

3 No more thine own, but Christ’s,
With all the saints of old,
Apostles, seers, evangelists,
And martyr-throngs enrolled:

4 In God’s whole armor strong,
Front hell’s embattled powers:
The warfare may be sharp and long,
The victory must be ours.

5 O bright the conqueror’s crown,
The song of triumph sweet.
When faith casts every trophy down
At our great Captain’s feet.