Greater is my King than they, through him I shall win the day.
Wicked men I scorn to fear, though they persecute me here;
True, they may my body kill, but my King’s on Zion’s hill.
What a Captain I have got! Is not mine a happy lot?
Hear, ye worldlings, hear my song, this the language of my tongue.
When this life’s short space is o’er, I shall live to die no more;
Therefore will I take the sword, fight for Jesus Christ, my Lord.
Come, ye worldlings, come enlist; ’tis the voice of Jesus Christ:
Whosoever will may come; Jesus Christ refuseth none.
Jesus is my Captain’s name, now, as yesterday, the same;