Lead on, O King eternal,

The day of march has come

Henceforth in fields of conquest

They tents shall be our home.



Through days of preparation

Thy grace has made us strong,

And now, O King eternal,

We lift our battle song.



Lead on, O King eternal,

Till sin's fierce war shall cease.

And holiness shall whisper

The sweet amen of peace.



For not with swords loud clashing,

Nor roll of stirring drums,

With deeds of love and mercy,

The heavenly kingdom comes.



Lead on, O King eternal,

We follow, not with fears.

For gladness breaks like morning

Where'er Thy face appears.



Thy cross is lifted o'er us;

We journey in its light.

The crown awaits the conquest,

Lead on, O God of might.