See the hosts of ill, camped along the hill And within the vale below! See their bold array! shall we win the day, As we march against the foe? Refrain With the sword of the Lord and of Gideon, With the sword of the Lord and of Gideon, With the sword of the Lord and of Gideon, Smite the enemy till he flee. O how great and strong are the hosts of wrong Clad in all their pomp and pride! But we need not fear, when their ranks draw near, For the Lord is on our side. Refrain Satan strong may be, but will surely flee If we falter not nor fail; For the cause of right and of God we fight, And we must at last prevail. Refrain Forward, then, we’ll go and meet the foe In the strength of Christ, our king; When the day is done, and the fight is won, Then the victor’s song we’ll sing. Refrain