Onward, Christian Army

Verse 1

Hark! I hear the tramp of legions, Marching with resistless tread; See! they come, a host advancing With their banners high o’erhead; “Whither march ye, youthful soldiers? Under whose command, I pray?” Hear the answer, “We’re the army of King Jesus, on our way.”

Chorus

We are marching on to Zion, Christ Himself is at our heard; Such a Chief we dare to follow, Wheresoever we are led.

Verse 2

But what means this flaming banner, With its strange device in gold? Loyalty to what, I pray you, Is this loyalty you hold? “’Tis a pledge to Him who leads us, That our swords shall never rest Till the world shall bow before Him, North and South and East and West.”

Verse 3

Onward! onward! Christian soldiers! Find the battle’s fiercest fray; Satan’s hosts shall flee before you, All shall own Messiah’s sway; Ignorance and superstition Must forever pass away; Onward! onward press the battle, Onward, you shall win the day.