Lead on, O King eternal,
The
day of march has come;
Henceforth
in fields of conquest
Thy
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.
2
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.
3
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.