1 Sleep not, soldier of the cross!
Foes are lurking all around;
Look not here to find repose,
This is but thy battle-ground.

2 Up! and take thy shield and sword;
Up! it is the call of Heaven;
Shrink not faithless from thy Lord,
Nobly strive as he hath striven.

3 Break through all the force of ill;
Tread the might of passion down;
Struggle onward, upward still,
To the conquering Saviour's crown!