1 Christians! to the war! gather from afar;
Hark! hark! the word is given;
Jesus bids me fight "for God and the right,"
And for Mary, the Queen of heav'n,
And for Mary, the Queen of heav'n.

2 Now first for thee, thou wicked world,
Puffed up with godless pomp and pageant,
Avenging grace, to humble thee,
Can make the weakest arm its agent.
Christians! to the war! gather from afar;
Hark! hark! the word is given;
Jesus bids us fight "for God and the right,"
And for Mary, the Queen of heav'n,
And for Mary, the Queen of heav'n.

3 And thou, dark fiend, six thousand years
The Bride of Christ in vain tormenting,
Shall find our hate and scorn of thee
Deep as thine own, and unrelenting.

4 Ah, self! so oft forgiven, thou
Canst play no part but that of traitor;
We spare thy life, but thou must bear
The felon's brand, the captive's fetter.

5 But worse than devil, flesh, or world,
Human respect like poison creeping,
Chills and unnerves the host of Christ,
When weary war-worn hearts are sleeping.

6 Christians! to the war! gather from afar
Hark! hark! the word is given;
Jesus bids me fight "for God and the right,"
And for Mary, the Queen of heaven.