Soldiers of the cross, arise, Lo, your Captain from the skies, Holding forth the glitt'ring prize, Calls to victory. Fear not, though the battle low'r, Firmly stand the trying hour, Stand the tempter's utmost pow'r, Spurn his slavery. Who the cross of Christ would yield? Who would leave the battlefield? Who would cast away his shield? Let him basely go: Who for Zion's King will stand? Who will join the faithful band? Let him come with heart and hand, Let him face the foe. By the mercies of our God, By Emmanuel's streaming blood, When alone for us He stood, Ne'er give up the strife: Ever to the latest breath, Hark to what your Captain saith: “Be thou faithful unto death; Take the crown of life.”