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We come in the might of the LORD of Light, In surpliced train to meet Him, And we put to flight the armies of night, That the Sons of the Day may greet Him: We march, we march,& c.

The bands of the Alien flee away,

When our chant goes up like thunder, And the van of the LORD in serried array Cleaves Satan's ranks asunder:

We march, we march,& c.

We tread to the roll of the organ swell, With the watchword duly given;

And we challenge the Prince of the Hosts of Hell To fight for the Gates of Heaven: We march, we march,& c.

Our sword is the SPIRIT of GOD on High, Our helmet is His salvation,

Our banner The Cross of Calvary,

Our watchword- The Incarnation: We march, we march,& c.

We tread in the might of the LORD of Hosts, And we fear not man nor devil;

For our Captain Himself guards well our coasts, To defend His Church from evil:

We march, we march,& c.

He marches in front of His banner unfurled, Which He raised that His own might find Him; And the Holy Church throughout all the world Falls into rank behind Him:

We march, we march,& c.

And the choir of Angels with song awaits Our march to the Golden Sion; For our Captain has broken the brazen gates, And burst the bars of iron:

We march, we march,& c.