Fear not the foe, thou flock of God,
Fear not the sword, the spear, the rod,
Fear not the foe!
He fights in vain who fights with thee;
Soon shalt thou see his ar­mies flee,
Himself laid low.

Come, cheer thee to the toil and fight;
’Tis God, thy God, de­fends the right;
He leads thee on.
His sword shall scat­ter ev­ery foe,
His shield shall ward off ev­ery blow;
The crown is won.

His is the bat­tle, His the pow­er,
His is the tri­umph in that hour;
In Him be strong.
So round thy brow the wreath shall twine,
So shall the vic­to­ry be thine,
And thine the song.

Not long the sigh, the toil, the sweat,
Not long the fight-day’s wast­ing heat;
The sha­dows come.
Slack not thy wea­pon in the fight;
Courage! for God de­fends the right;
Strike home! Strike home!