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Go forth to glorious war.
Hark, how the watchmen cry!
Attend the trumpet’s sound;
Stand to your arms: the foe is nigh—
The powers of hell surround.
2 Who bow to Christ’s command,
Your arms and hearts prepare;
The day of battle is at hand—
Go forth to glorious war.
3 See on the mountain top
The standard of your God;
In Jesus’ name ’tis lifted up,
All stained with hallowed blood.
4 His standard-bearers, now
To all the nations call:
To Jesus’ cross, ye nations bow;
He bore the cross for all.
5 Go up with Christ your Head;
Your Captain’s footsteps see;
Follow your Captain, and be led
To certain victory.
6 All power to him is given;
He ever reigns the same;
Salvation, happiness, and heaven,
Are all in Jesus’ name.
C. Wesley.