Side by side with this call of Christian soldiers
to battle we may place a hymn to the Lord of
Battles, the Captain of the Christian host.
Ride to battle, ride victorious,
Gird, O Christ, Thy glittering sword!
Earth can never stand before Thee,
Nor can hell itself, my Lord:
In Thy name such glory dwelleth,
Hostile armies faint with fear;
And the wide creation trembleth
When it feels Thee coming near.
Now release my soul from bondage,
Let the heavenly day be known:
Burst the iron bars in sunder,
Raze the gates of Babylon:
Thrust the captives hence in armies,
Like the torrents of a flood;
Thousand after thousand singing,
Even now methinks I hear them,
Voices singing from afar;
They extol the great redemption,
In the land where freemen are:
All of them have snow-white garments,
And aloft the palms they bear;
Crowned with glory all-abounding
Into life they enter there.
Be it mine to share the gladness
Of that joyful day of days;
Every word that Christ has spoken
Shall fulfil itself in grace:
North and south--ten times ten thousand,
From the night that covered them,
Come with sound of silver trumpets
To the New Jerusalem.