Fear not, O Christian soldier, fighting for the rights of man;
No evil shall befall thee in this war 'gainst tyrant's clan.
Thy refuge is the shelter of the all-embracing love
Of Him whose presence fills the earth and firmament above.
However faint may be thy call or weak thy outstretched hand,
The Love that notes the sparrow's fall will heed and understand,
And come so close about thee that the foe which seemed so near
Will fade from thy horizon as thou hear'st Love's call, "All's clear!"
Thou'lt know thy battle's won, and by the presence of that Love,
The Love which knows no wrong to fear beneath, around, above—
No hate so great that it can make pure Love forsake its own;
No steel reveal a greater power than that of Love alone!
Then, Christian soldier, if thou'lt take and gird this armor on—
The sword of Truth, the shield of faith—thou'rt safe till vict'ry's won!
