1 Hark! 'tis our heavenly leader's voice,
From his triumphant seat;
"Midst the war's tumultuous noise,
How powerful and sweet!

2 "Fight on my faithful band," he cires,
"Nor fear the mortal blow:
"Who first on such a warfare dies,
"Shall speediest victory know.

3 "I have my days of combat known,
"And in the dust was laid:
"But thence I mounted to my throne,
"And glory crowns my head.

4 "That throne, that glory you shall share;
"My hands the crown shall give;
"And you the sparkling honors wear,
"While God himself shall live."

5 Lord, 'tis enough; our souls are fir'd
With courage and with love;
Vain are the assaults of earth and hell;
Our hopes are fix'd above.