Stand, soldier of the cross,
Thy high allegiance claim,
And vow to hold the world but loss
For thy Redeemer�s Name.

Arise, and be baptized,
And wash thy sins away;
Thy league with God be solemnized,
Thy faith avouched today.

No more thine own, but Christ�s,
With all the saints of old,
Apostles, seers, evangelists,
And martyr throngs enrolled.

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

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