Call To Arms Is Sounding, The

The call to arms is sounding,

The foemen muster strong;

While saints beneath the altar

Are crying, "Lord, how long?"

The living and the loving

Christ's royal standard raise,

And marching on to conflict

Shout forth their Captain's praise.

No time for self-indulgence,

For resting by the way;

Repose will come at even,

But toil is for the day;

Work, like the blessèd Jesus,

Who from His earliest youth

Would do His Father's business

And witness for the truth.

For the one Faith, the true Faith,

The Faith which cannot fail,

For the one Church, the true Church,

'Gainst which no foes prevail;

Made one with God incarnate,

We in His might must win

The glory of self-conquest,

Of victory over sin.

Behold! upon Mount Sion

A glorious people stand,

A crown on every forehead,

A palm in every hand;

Lo! these are they who boldly

The Name of Christ confessed,

And now triumphant praise Him

In Heav'n's unresting rest.

O Jesu! Who art waiting

Thy faithful ones to crown,

Vouchsafe to bless our conflict,

Our loving service own;

Come in each heart forever

As King adored to reign,

Till we with saints triumphant

Uplift the victor strain.