Fallen—on Zion’s battle-field,

A soldier of renown,

Armed in the panoply of God,

In conflict cloven down!

His helmet on his armor bright,

His cheek unblanched with fear—

While round his head there gleamed a light,

His dying hour to cheer.

2 Fallen—while cheering with his voice

The sacramental host,

With banners floating on the air—

Death found him at his post;

In life’s high prime the warfare closed,

But not ingloriously;

He fell beyond the outer wall,

And shouted, victory!

[3 Fallen—a holy man of God,

An Israelite indeed,

A standard bearer of the cross,

Mighty in word and deed—

A master spirit of the age,

A bright and burning light,

Whose beams across the firmament

Scattered the clouds of night.]

4 Fallen—as sets the sun at eve,

To rise in splendor where

His kindred luminaries shine,

Their heaven of bliss to share;

Beyond the stormy battle-field

He reigns in triumph now,

Sweeping a harp of wondrous song,

With glory on his brow!