The Son of God goes forth to war Lyrics

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 to Him to save:
Like Him, with pardon on his tongue,
  In midst of mortal pain,
He prayed for them that 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, men and boys,
  The matron and the maid,
Around the Savior's throne rejoice,
  In robes of light arrayed.
They climbed by strength divine from heaven,
  Through peril, toil, and pain:
O God, to us may grace be given
  To follow in their train.