To stand at my side and fight
Who'll keep their chin up though the going is hard
And won't quail at Satan's dread might.
Get loose from your chains of ennui and self doubt
Let us march to the battle, both steady and true
With our hearts and our minds knit with love
Bringing our kin, with hard work imbued
A place at Christ's side, our great trove.
So we lock in our shields, help those at our side
To remember the God at our front
To recall the bright home where our Parents abide
For God will we gratefully hunt.