1	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.
2	That 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 them that did the wrong:     Who follows in His train?
3	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 heads the death to feel;     Who follows in their train?
4	A noble army, men and boys,     The matron and the maid, Around the Saviour's throne rejoice,     In robes of light arrayed; They climbed the steep ascent of heaven     Through peril, toil and pain: O God, to us may grace be given     To follow in their train.
Reginald Heber