We come, we come like the hosts of old
To tri­umph ov­er sin;
The Sun­day School, in an ar­my strong,
The world for Christ to win.
We’ll on­ward press at the Mas­ter’s call,
In ar­mor bright ar­rayed;
Our voic­es ring in a joy­ous strain—
The song of the New Cru­sade.

Refrain

Forward, press for­ward for­ev­er,
Forward! with hearts un­dis­mayed;
Forward! the world for Je­sus,
The song of the New Cru­sade.

We come, we come by the will of God,
The lamp of truth to bear,
Till shines the light of the Gos­pel ray
In glo­ry ev­ery­where.
With Zion’s king as our lead­er true,
We ne’er can be dis­mayed;
But praise His name, as we shout and sing,
The song of the New Cru­sade.

Refrain

We come, we come in a migh­ty band,
His cross up­lift­ed high;
Our feet keep time to the glad refrain
That floods the sunlit sky.
We for­ward march at the trum­pet’s call,
Our hearts on Christ are stayed,
While loud and clear sounds the mu­sic sweet,
The song of the New Cru­sade.

Refrain