Lead on, O King Eternal, Thy day of march has come;
Hence-forth in fields of conquest Thy tents shall be our home:
Through days of preparation They grace has made us strong,
And now, O King Eternal, We lift our battle song.
Lead on, O king Eternal, Till sin's fierce war shall cease,
And holiness shall whisper The sweet Amen of peace;
For not with swords, loud clashing, Nor roll of stirring drums,
With deeds of love and mercy, The heavenly kingdom comes.
Lead on, O king Eternal, We follow, not with fears,
For gladness broken like morning Where'er thy face appears:
Thy cross if lifted o'er us; We hounry in its light;
The crown awaits the conquest; Lead on, O God of might. Amen