Hark, how the watchmen cry!

Attend the trumpet’s sound;

Stand to your arms: the foe is nigh—

The powers of hell surround.

2 Who bow to Christ’s command,

Your arms and hearts prepare;

The day of battle is at hand—

Go forth to glorious war.

3 See on the mountain top

The standard of your God;

In Jesus’ name ’tis lifted up,

All stained with hallowed blood.

4 His standard-bearers, now

To all the nations call:

To Jesus’ cross, ye nations bow;

He bore the cross for all.

5 Go up with Christ your Head;

Your Captain’s footsteps see;

Follow your Captain, and be led

To certain victory.

6 All power to him is given;

He ever reigns the same;

Salvation, happiness, and heaven,

Are all in Jesus’ name.