Thy victory is in the heart,

Thy kingdom is within;

When outward pride and pomp depart,

Thy glory doth begin.

Thine army, ever in the field,

Is led by love and light;

Thy followers fall but never yield,

Triumphant in the right.

O King most meek and wonderful,

Grant us among Thy host,

To follow Thee, to fight for Thee,

Knights of the Holy Ghost.