Encamped along the hills of light,
ye Christian soldiers rise
And press the battle ere the night
shall veil the glowing skies.
Against the foe in vales below
let all our strength be hurled;
Faith is victory we know
that overcomes the world.
Faith is the victory! Faith is the victory!
O! glorious victory that overcomes the world!
His banner over us is love,
our sword the Word of God;
We tread the road the saints above
with shouts of triumph trod.
By faith they, like a whirlwind’s breath,
swept on o’er every field;
The faith by which conquered death
is still our shining shield.
On every hand the foe we find
drawn up in dread array;
Let tents of ease be left behind
and onward to the fray.
Salvation’s helmet on each head,
with truth all girt about,
The earth shall tremble ‘neath our tread
and echo with our shout.
To him that overcomes the foe
white raiment shall be giv’n;
Before the angels, he shall know
His name confessed in heav’n.
Then onward from the hills of light,
our hearts with love aflame,
We’ll vanquish all the hosts of night
in Jesus conquering name.