Oft in sorrow, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians, onward go!
Fight the fight, maintain the strife,
Strengthened with the Bread of Life.
Onward, Christians, onward go!
Join the war, and face the foe:
Will ye flee in danger's hour? —
Know ye not your Captain's power?
Let your drooping hearts be glad,
March, in heavenly armour clad:
Fight, nor think the battle long;
Soon shall victory tune your song.
Let not sorrow dim your eye,
Soon shall every tear be dry;
Let not tears your course impede,
Great your strength, if great your need.
Onward then to glory move,
More than conquerors ye shall prove:
Though opposed by many a foe,
Christian soldiers, onward go!