The Christian hanner! dread no loss

Where that broad ensign floats unrolled;

But let the fair and sacred cross

Blaze out from every radiant fold:

Stern foes arise, a countless throng,

Loud as the storms of Kara’s sea,

But though the strife be fierce and long,

That cross shall wave in victory.

2 Sound the shrill trumpet, sound, and call

The people of the mighty King,

And bid them keep that standard all

In martial thousands gathering:

Let them come forth from every clime

That lies beneath the circling sun,

Various, as flowers in that sweet clime

Where flowers are, in heart, but one.

3 Soldiers of heaven! take sword and shield,

Look up to him who rules on high,

And forward to the glorious field,

Where noble martyrs bleed and die;

Press onward, scorning flight or fear,

As deep waves burst on Norway’s coast,

And let the startled nations hear

The war-shout of the Christian host.

4 Lift up the banner: rest no more,

Nor let this righteous warfare cease,

Till man’s last tribe shall bow before

The Lord of lords—the Prince of Peace:

Go! bear it forth, ye strong and brave;

Let not those bright folds once be furled,

Till that high sun shall see them wave

Above a blest but conquered world.