They say, that clouds of Papal Rome are rulling o'er our land;
But this we know, our hearts are fixed, land firm shall be our stand:
We look above these earth-born clouds, to the light of other days,
And martyrs' fires shine o'er our path, with calm and steady blaze.
From north to south, from east to west, the Gosapel trumpets sound;
And a thousand, thousand gallant hearts in highest hopes rebound;
The light of Heaven in on our eye, its summons in our ear;
Our God Himself is near to aid, and wherefore should we fear?
We know that error creepeth forth, that reptile of the night;
But we see her turn and shrink appalled, amid the blaze of light.
We mark the flood of evil rush - all fearless is our eye,
For the standard of the Lord of Hosts is lifted up on high.
Before us, adverse legions stand - we view their fathering powers;
The battle may be fierce and long, the victory MUST be ours:
'Tis not by might nor power, but by the Spirit of the Lord,
That we press so boldly to the field - God's Truth, our battle word.
With serried ranks, united hearts, we stand on hostile ground;
Within our lines no dastard heart, no laggard shall be found:
Aye, even now the cry resounds! E'en now we close in fight,
And firm our prayer ascends to Heav'n - "May God defenc the right!"
J.G.M.
May, 1963 "The Gospel Standard"
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