March on, my soul, with strength

March on, my soul, with strength,
march forward, void of fear;
he who has led will lead
while year succeeds to year;
and as you travel on your way,
his hand shall hold you day by day.

March on, my soul, with strength;
in ease you dare not dwell;
high duty calls you forth;
then up, and serve him well!
Take up your cross, take up your sword,
and fight the battles of your Lord!

March on, my soul, with strength,
with strength, but not your own;
the conquest you will gain
through Christ your Lord alone;
his grace shall nerve your feeble arm,
his love preserve you safe from harm.

March on, my soul, with strength,
from strength to strength march on;
warfare shall end at length,
all foes be overthrown.
And then, my soul, if faithful now,
the crown of life awaits your brow.