The Son of God goes forth to war
A kingly crown to gain.
His blood-red banner streams afar;
Who follows in his train?
Who best can drink his cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain;
Who patient bears his cross below -
He follows in his train.

The martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave,
Who saw his master in the sky
And called on him to save.
Like him, with pardon on his tongue
In midst of mortal pain,
He prayed for those who did the wrong -
Who follows in his train?

A glorious band, the chosen few,
On whom the Spirit came,
Twelve valiant saints; their hope they knew
And mocked the cross and flame.
They met the tyrant's brandished steel,
The lion's gory mane;
They bowed their necks the death to feel -
Who follows in their train?

A noble army, girls and boys,
With men and women saved,
Around the Savior's throne rejoice,
In robes of light arrayed.
They climbed the steep ascent of heav'n
Through peril, toil, and pain.
O God, to us may grace be giv'n
To follow in their train!