Thro' The Land A Call Is Sounding

Thro' the land a call is sounding,

And it comes to age and youth;

'Tis a summons to the conflict,

In the cause of right and truth:

To the standard of our Captain,

Lo, there comes a faithful few;

But the victory, my brother,

May depend on you.

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The vict'ry may depend on you,

The vict'ry may depend on you;

Dare to stand among the few,

With the faithful tried and true,

For the vict'ry may depend on you.

See the mighty hosts of evil

Spreading death throughout the land;

Who is there will answer quickly,

And the hosts of sin withstand?

Do not fear to join our standard,

For our ranks are tried and true,

And the victory, my brother,

May depend on you.

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Lo, a triumph day is coming,

When our arms shall be laid down;

Then each faithful, loyal soldier

Shall receive a victor's crown;

Would you stand among the victors,

With the band of faithful few?

Then the victory, my brother,

May depend on you.

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