1 March on, my soul, with strength,
March forward, void of fear;
He who hath led will lead,
While year succeedeth year;
And as thou goest on thy way,
His hand shall hold thee day by day.
2 March on, my soul, with strength,
In ease thou dar'st not dwell;
High duty calls thee forth;
Then up, and quit thee well!
Take up thy cross, take up thy sword,
And fight the battles of the Lord!
3 March on, my soul, with strength,
With strength, but not thine own;
The conquest thou shalt gain
Through Christ thy Lord alone;
His grace shall nerve thy feeble arm,
His love preserve thee safe from harm.
4 March on, my soul, with strength,
From strength to strength march on;
Warfare shall end at length,
All foes be overthrown.
Thou, O my soul, if faithful now,
The crown of life awaits thy brow.