The Holy War

Verse 1

Ho! gallant volunteer, Quickly arise; Lo! Satan’s host appear With battle cries. Quick! ere the conflict’s lost, Forth at whatever cost; Be this thy warrior boast, Vict’ry is mine.

Chorus

Marching on, near and far, Marching on for the war; Marching on, armies rise, Marching on for the prize.

Verse 2

Aim well thy weapon’s thrust, Truth be thy steel; Let Satan’s minion host Thy power feel. Go! valiant soldier, go! Strike with a deadly blow; Let ev’ry foeman know Thy trusty steel.

Verse 3

Then, when the battle’s won, Ho for the prize! Then, with God’s only Son, Thou shalt arise; Then, when from duty free, Thou shalt victoriously With thy great Captain be In paradise