To Je­sus our captain,
To Je­sus our king
To Je­sus in glo­ry,
Our praises we bring;
Our captain has conquered,
Come see in His train
The foes He has captured,
The sins He has slain.

We too are His soldiers,
We arm for the fight,
And wide waves our banner,
Our armor is bright;
We’ve breastplate and helmet,
And broadsword and shield,
Our sins are the foemen,
Our lives are the field.

Our king sits triumphant,
And close at His feet
Are thousands of children
From alley and street;
From palace and cottage,
From mountain and plain,
From earth passed to Hea­ven,
They stand in His train.

The King in His glo­ry,
They see and adore,
The King in His beauty,
His greatness and power;
The King in His mercy,
Compassion and love,
We see, and press forward
To meet Him above.

Then let us adore Him
And bow at His feet,
And give Him the glo­ry
And praise that is meet;
Let joyful hosannas
Anceasing arise
To swell the full chorus
That gladdens the skies.