We are living, we are dwelling
In a grand and awful time,
In an age on ages telling;
To be living is sublime.
2 Hark! the onset! will ye fold your
Faith-clad arms in lazy lock?
Up! O, up! thou drowsy soldier;
Worlds are charging to the shock.
3 Worlds are charging, heaven beholding;
Thou hast but an hour to fight;