1 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.

2 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, heav'n beholding;
Thou hast but an hour to fight;
Now, the blazoned cross unfolding,
On, right onward for the right!

3 Sworn to yield, to waver, never;
Consecrated, born again;
Sworn to be Christ’s soldiers ever,
On! for Christ at least be men!
On! 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.

Amen.