In this Kingdom, the Holy few
Fill the Church house pew on pew
To mark their fealty; and outside
the solemn battle rages wide
Scarce heard, scarce seen to human eyes.
We are the Saved. Short days ago
We were Lost and did not know
That we were loved, and now we stand
In His Kingdom.
Take up our quarrel with The Foe:
To you from pilgrim hands we throw
The torch: be it yours to hold on high.
If ye break faith with Him who died,
We shall go on, though you go
From this Kingdom.