...their number passeth ken,
Mount them and fight against the wrong,
Ye who are valiant men.

Where, unabashed, the power of sin
Vaunts an unhindered sway,
Ride, in the strength of God, and win
Fresh laurels in the fray.

Where hands are weak, and hearts are faint,
Through conflict sharp and sore ;
Where hearts that murmur no complaint,
Shrink at the thought of more :

There let the power of God be shown,
To quell satanic might ;
To rescue those who strive alone,
Despondent in the fight.

For freedom wield the sword of might,
And cut the hands that bind ;
Strike boldly in the name of right,
And still fresh laurels find.

Where unabashed, the power of sin
Vaunts an unhindered sway,
Ride, in the strength of God, and win
Fresh laurels in the fray.

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