When the trump­et sounds aloud the call to arms,
Eager in the Mas­ter’s serv­ice
To the front we go;
Dreading not the shock of bat­tle, nor the war’s alarms;
Ever rea­dy, true and stea­dy,
We ad­vance up­on the foe.

Refrain

To arms, then, against the hosts draw­ing near,
The powers of sin and dark­ness must be ov­er­thrown!
To arms, brave sol­diers, with ring­ing shouts of cheer,
The Lord of hosts will be with us,
That we need not fight alone!

When the trump­et sounds aloud its stir­ring call,
Then we know the Lord has need of
Soldiers good and true;
Forth un­to the bat­tle then we hast­en one and all,
Glad in serv­ing, nev­er swerv­ing,
As we try His will to do!

When the trump­et sounds aloud, we heed its voice,
Glad that we can serve our mon­arch
On life’s bat­tle­field;
When the war is ov­er we in tri­umph will re­joice,
Falt’ring nev­er, for­ward ev­er,
Till the ene­my shall yield.