Classic Poem

Stand, soldier of the cross,
Thy high allegiance claim,
And vow to hold the world but loss
For thy Redeemer's name.

Arise and be baptized,
And wash thy sins away:
Thy league with God be solemnized,
Thy love avouch'd to-day.

Our heavenly country now,
Our Lord and Master, thine,
Receive imprinted on thy brow
His Passion's awful sign.

No more thine own but Christ's;
With all the saints of old,
Apostles, seers, evangelists,
And martyr throngs enroll'd;

In God's whole armour strong,
Front hell's embattled powers:
The warfare may be sharp and long,
The victory must be ours.

O bright the conqueror's crown,
The song of triumph sweet,
When faith casts every trophy down
At our great Captain's feet.