There is a sword of glittering sheen,—
All unite to defend the right!
Its blade is bright and its edge is keen,
But the wound it gives is a wound unseen,—
And who would flinch in the glorious fight!
There is a foe—a ruthless foe—
Such unite to oppose the right;
In secret ambush he croucheth low,
And the blow he strikes is a deadly blow,—
But flinch not we in the glorious fight!
There is a banner floating wide,—
All unite to defend the right!
The blood of martyrs its folds has dyed,
When the best and bravest fought side by side,—
Who would not flinch in the glorious fight!
There is a Leader exalted high,—
All unite to defend the right!
Through Him His followers hosts defy,
Through Him they learn to do and to die,
And scorn to flinch in the glorious fight!
There is a palm—a victor’s palm,—
All unite to defend the right!
’Twill be given in realms of peace and calm
To the steadfast spirit, the stalwart arm,
That never flinched in the glorious fight.
Then shall lips touched with living flame
In song unite, in the world of light;—
In our Leader’s strength, in our Leader’s name,
We fought—we struggled—we overcame,
And victors stood in the glorious fight!