1  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 the victory, we know,

       That overcomes the world.

 2  His banner over us is love,

       Our sword the Word of God;

    We tread the road the saints before

       With shouts of triumph trod.

    By faith, they like a whirlwind's breath,

       Swept on o'er every field;

    The faith by which they conquered death

       Is still our shining shield.

 3  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.

 4  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' conqu'ring name.