Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war
With the flag of Jesus going on before.
Christ the royal master leads against the foe.
Forward into battle see his banners go.
	Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war
	With the flag of Jesus going on before.
At the sound of triumph Satan’s legions flee.
On then, Christian soldiers, on to victory.
Death's foundations quiver at the shout of praise.
Brothers, lift your voices. Loud your anthems raise.
	Onward, Christian soldiers . . . .
Like a mighty army moves the folk of God.
Brothers, we now tread where saints of old have trod.
We are not divided, all one body we:
One in hope and doctrine, one in charity.
	Onward, Christian soldiers . . . .
Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane,
But the folk of Jesus constant will remain.
Gates of death can never gainst that folk prevail;
We have Christ’s own promise, and that cannot fail.
	Onward, Christian soldiers . . . .
Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng.
Blend with ours your voices in the triumph song.
Glory, laud and honor unto Christ the king!
This through countless ages men and angels sing.
	Onward, Christian soldiers . . . .