1 Hark to the sound of voices!
Hark to the tramp of feet!
Is it a mighty army
Treading the busy street?
Nearer it comes and nearer,
Singing a glad refrain;
List what they say as they haste away,
To the sound of the martial strain:

Refrain:
Marching beneath the banner,
Fighting beneath the cross,
Trusting in Him who saves us,
Ne’er shall we suffer loss;
Singing the songs of homeland,
Loudly the chorus rings;
We march to fight in our armor bright,
At the call of the King of kings!

2 Out of the mist of error,
Out of the realms of night,
Out of the pride of learning,
Seeking the home of light;
Out of the strife for power,
Out of the greed of gold,
Onward they roam to their heav’nly home,
And the treasure that grows not old. [Refrain]

3 On then, ye gallant soldiers,
On to your home above!
Yours is the truth and glory,
Yours is the power and love;
Here are ye trained for heroes,
Yonder ye serve the King;
March to the light ’neath the banner white,
With the song that ye have to sing. [Refrain]