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,