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The Army of Our Lord

O men of age, O men of youth,
Lift up your idle swords;
Come fight with us who fight for truth:
The army of our Lord.

Our Lord sees every Christian die
And feels each dying breath,
And calls out from a field nearby,
"Be faithful unto death."

Our elders, long in battle years,
Alas, begin to fade;
But from the ranks young men appear
And lead their first crusade.

Our brethren, dead beneath the plain,
Whose spirits never died,
Rise up to march and shout again,
"O Christ, be glorified!"
"O Christ, be glorified!"