Mark you not the mother's sigh?
Hear you not the children's cry?
See you not their loved ones die ev'ry hour?
3 Can you linger in your tent, Christian soldier?
Satan's smiling o'er your idle delay.
Thousands perish while you wait,
While you counsel and debate;
Heed you not their awful fate as they stray?
4 Let us rise in holy wrath, Christian soldiers,
Crush the evil 'neath the heel of our might!