O God of truth, whose living Word Upholds whate'er hath breath, Look down on thy creation, Lord, Enslaved by sin and death. | Set up thy standard, Lord, that we Who claim a heavenly birth May march with thee to smite the lies That vex thy groaning earth. | Ah! would we join that blest array, And follow in the might Of him, the Faithful and the True, In raiment clean and white! | We fight for truth, we fight for God, Poor slaves of lies and sin! He who would fight for thee on earth Must first be true within. | Then, God of truth for whom we long, Thou who wilt hear our prayer, Do thine own battle in our hearts, And slay the falsehood there. | Still smite, still burn, till naught is left But God's own truth and love; Then, Lord, as morning dew come down, Rest on us from above. | 454 Yea, come; then, tried as in the fire, From every lie set free, Thy perfect truth shall dwell in us, And we shall live in thee. | |