All around the battle rages With the hosts of sin and wrong; Only to the true and loyal Shall the victory belong. Lo! Our Captain goes before us! Shall we follow where he leads? Who is willing for the service? Who is ripe for noble deeds?
Lo, the ranks of sin and error, How they crowd upon our way! How they crush the souls immortal, Which for help unceasing pray! Shall we, then, behold them perish, Lifting not a helping hand, Speaking not a word of comfort, Tho’ it be the Lord’s command?
Let us, then, arouse and hasten To the thickest of the fight; Let us bravely do our duty In the struggle for the right. Precious souls of men are dying, And shall we be not to blame If we sit in idle dreaming, Going not, in Jesus’ Name?