The Call to Arms Is Sounding

The call to arms is sound­ing

The foe­men mus­ter strong;

While saints be­neath the al­tar

Are cry­ing

Lord

how long?

The liv­ing and the lov­ing

Christ’s roy­al stand­ard raise

And march­ing on to con­flict

Shout forth their cap­tain’s praise.

No time for self-in­dul­gence

For rest­ing by the way;

Repose will come at ev­en

But toil is for the day;

Work

like the bless­èd Je­sus

Who from His ear­li­est youth

Would do His Fa­ther’s bu­si­ness

And wit­ness for the truth.

For the one Faith

the true Faith

The Faith which can­not fail

For the one Church

the true Church

’Gainst which no foes pre­vail;

Made one with God in­car­nate

We in His might must win

The glo­ry of self-con­quest

Of vic­to­ry ov­er sin.

Behold! up­on Mount Si­on

A glo­ri­ous peo­ple stand

A crown on ev­ery fore­head

A palm in ev­ery hand;

Lo! these are they who bold­ly

The name of Christ con­fessed

And now tri­umph­ant praise Him

In Heav’n’s un­rest­ing rest.

O Je­su! who art wait­ing

Thy faith­ful ones to crown

Vouchsafe to bless our con­flict

Our lov­ing serv­ice own;

Come in each heart for­ev­er

As king adored to reign

Till we with saints tri­umph­ant

Uplift the vic­tor strain.