1. We are living, we are dwelling,
in a grand and awful time,
In an age on ages telling;
to be living is sublime.
Hark! the waking up of nations,
Gog and Magog to the fray;
Hark! what soundeth is creation’s
groaning for the latter day.

2. Will ye play, then? will ye dally
far behind the battle line?
Up! it is Jehovah’s rally;
God’s own arm hath need of thine.
Worlds are charging, heaven beholding;
thou hast but an hour to fight;
Now, the blazoned cross unfolding,
on, right onward for the right!

3. Sworn to yield, to waver, never;
consecrated, born again;
Sworn to be Christ’s soldiers ever,
O for Christ at least be men!
O let all the soul within you
for the truth’s sake go abroad!
Strike! let every nerve and sinew
tell on ages, tell for God.