HYMN.

1834.

1.

Soldier, to the contest pressing,

Onward, let thy watchword be;

God upon thee pours his blessing;

What though man derideth thee!

2.

Onward, though the faggot’s burning,

By thy pathway’s only light:

Onward, death and danger spurning:

Onward in the path of right!

3.

God, for all thy wants providing,

Armor trusty hath for thee;

Gird thyself, in him confiding,

With the goodly panoply:

4.

Righteousness thy breast defending,

And thy feet with justice shod:

Onward; with the foe contending,

Wield thy sword, the word of God.

5.

Thine the helmet of salvation,

Faith thy mighty shield shall be;

And let prayer and supplication,

Lance, and glorious faulchion be:

6.

Still the standard o’er thee streaming

Be the banner pure, of love,

Where in glorious blazon beaming,

Float thy pinions, Holy Dove!

7.

Onward then, with bold contending,

In the path the martyrs trod:

God to thee his strength is lending;

Onward, in the strength of God.