And all the spoils of war.
I
If in the cause of right I must,
Do battle with the sword,
Then, let me follow Him I trust,
My chosen King and Lord.
II
As Captain in the mortal fight,
He knows the foe I fear;
His presence fires my soul with might,
And all the spoils of war.
If in the cause of right I must,
Do battle with the sword,
Then, let me follow Him I trust,
My chosen King and Lord.
As Captain in the mortal fight,
He knows the foe I fear;
His presence fires my soul with might,