Chosen to be soldiers, in an alien land,
                                        
                                        Chosen, called, and faithful, for our Captain’s band,
                                        
                                        In the service royal, let us not grow cold;
                                        
                                        Let us be right loyal, noble, true and bold.
                                        
                                        Master, Thou wilt keep us, by Thy grace divine,
                                        
                                        Always on the Lord’s side—Savior, always Thine!