1 Go forth, young soldier of the Cross,
The battle hour is nigh,
And ye have bound the armor on,
And sworn to do or die.
Our bugle ne'er shall sound retreat
While Jesus leads us on;
We will not lay our weapons by
Until we wear the crown.

Chorus:
A beautiful crown is waiting for you,
Far away in the promis'd land;
A beautiful crown is waiting for me,
Far away in the promis'd land.

2 Be watchful, army of the Cross,
The foe is lurking nigh:
A soul must be the mighty loss,
If but one soldier die.
Whene'er you dare the hostile ranks,
Forget not that within
There hides a most terrific foe,
The wiley "in-bred sin."

Chorus:
A beautiful crown is waiting for you,
Far away in the promis'd land;
A beautiful crown is waiting for me,
Far away in the promis'd land.

3 On guard, young soldier of the Cross,
Through all the weary night,
With praise and prayer relieve your care,
And keep your armor bright;
Your Jesus once, "without the camp,"
Bought liberty for you;
Then bravely fight for truth and right,
And keep your crown in view,

Chorus:
A beautiful crown is waiting for you,
Far away in the promis'd land;
A beautiful crown is waiting for me,
Far away in the promis'd land.

4 Rejoice, young soldier of the Cross,
The victory is sure;
The harp, the palm, are waiting all
Who to the end endure:
Your weary feet shall walk the street
All paved with gold, on high;
And he who wore a crown of thorns,
Will crown you in the sky.

Chorus:
A beautiful crown is waiting for you,
Far away in the promis'd land;
A beautiful crown is waiting for me,
Far away in the promis'd land.