No sur­ren­der to the foe!
Shout the cry where’er you go;
Falter ne­ver! we must win,
No sur­ren­der­ing to sin.
No sur­ren­der! let it be
Battle cry for you and me;
God will help us, He is near;
He is with us, do not fear.
No sur­ren­der to the foe!
Shout the cry wher­e’er you go;
Falter ne­ver! we must win,
No sur­ren­der­ing to sin.

No sur­ren­der! press along,
Tho’ the hosts of sin are strong;
We shall more than con­quer­ors be,
If we trust, O Lord, in Thee!
No sur­ren­der! angel bands
From the fair and heav’n­ly lands
Haste to help us; more are they
Than the foes that bar our way.
No sur­ren­der! press along,
Tho’ the hosts of sin are strong;
We shall more than con­quer­ors be,
If we trust, O Lord, in Thee!

No sur­ren­der! then at last,
All our con­flicts ov­er­past,
Glad will be our wel­com­ing
To the ci­ty of the King.
Forward, then! fall in­to line!
Bright the con­quer­or’s crown will shine;
Storm the camp of sin and wrong,
Sweet will be the vic­tor’s song.
No sur­ren­der! then at last,
All our con­flicts ov­er­past,
Glad will be our wel­com­ing
To the ci­ty of the King.