We are living, we are dwelling

In a grand and awful time,

In an age on ages telling;

To be living is sublime.

2 Hark! the onset! will ye fold your

Faith-clad arms in lazy lock?

Up! O, up! thou drowsy soldier;

Worlds are charging to the shock.

3 Worlds are charging, heaven beholding;

Thou hast but an hour to fight;

Now, the blazoned cross unfolding,

On! right onward for the right.

4 On! let all the soul within you

For the truth’s sake go abroad:

Strike! let every nerve and sinew

Tell on ages—tell for God.