Lord, the true that follow thee
Beam in vict’ry’s radiant light,
Fill’d their hearts with joyous glee,
Even in the darkest night.
Roaring billows wild and fleet,
Onward pressed the enemy’s band;
Israel’s remnant Jacob’s seat,
How wilt thou their might withstand?
Rise ye heroes, rise to fight
For your standard, truth divine,
Not by numbers nor by might,
By his spirit ye shall shine.
And inspired by such appeal
Ev’ry man to hosts increased;
And they fought with holy zeal
Till the tyrant-hold released.
Lord, thy truth, thy holy love,
Is our cherish’d banner still;
And in faith for evermore,
Thy command we follow will.
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