Lead on, O King eter­nal,
The day of march has come;
Henceforth in fields of con­quest
Thy tents shall be our home.
Through days of pre­pa­ra­tion
Thy grace has made us strong;
And now, O King eter­nal,
We lift our bat­tle song.

Lead on, O King eter­nal,
Till sin’s fierce war shall cease,
And ho­li­ness shall whis­per
The sweet amen of peace.
For not with swords’ loud clash­ing,
Nor roll of stir­ring drums;
With deeds of love and mer­cy
The heav’n­ly king­dom comes.

Lead on, O King eter­nal,
We fol­low, not with fears,
For gladn­ess breaks like morn­ing
Where’er Thy face ap­pears.
Thy cross is lift­ed ov­er us,
We jour­ney in its light;
The crown awaits the con­quest;
Lead on, O God of might.