VII

Thy victory is in the heart, Thy kingdom is within; When outward pride and pomp depart, Thy glory doth begin.

Thine army, ever in the field, Is led by love and light; Thy followers fall but never yield, Triumphant in the right.

O King most meek and wonderful, Grant us among Thy host, To follow Thee, to fight for Thee, Knights of the Holy Ghost.