O men of age, O men of youth
Lift up your idle swords
Come fight with us who fight for truth
The Army of our Lord
Our Lord sees every Christian die
And feels each dying breath
And calls out from a field nearby
"Be faithful unto death"
Our elders, long in battle years
Alas, begin to fade
But from the ranks, young men appear
And lead their first crusade
Our brethren, dead beneath the plain
Whose spirits never died
Rise up to march and shout again
"O Christ, be glorified!"
"O Christ, be glorified!"