OFF TO THE WAR

In a little ship and down the bay,

Out to the calling sea,

A young brave lad sailed off today,

To the one great war went he:

The one long war all men must know

Greater than land or gold,

Soul is the prince and flesh the foe

Of a kingdom Christ will hold.

With arms of faith and hope well-wrought

The brave lad went away,

And the voice of Christ fills all his thought,

Under two hands that pray:

The tender love of a mother's hands

That guarded all his years,

Fitted the armor, plate and bands,

And blessed them with her tears.

Older than Rhodes and Ascalon

And the farthest forts of sea,

Is the Master voice that calls him on

From the hills in Galilee:

From hills where Christ in gentle guise

Called, as He calls again,

With His heart of love and His love-lit eyes

Unto His warrior men.

Christ with the brave young lad to-day

Who goes to the sweet command,

Strengthen his heart wherever the way,

Whether he march or stand:

And whether he die in a peaceful cell,

Or alone in the lonely night,

The Cross of Christ shall keep him well,

And be his death's delight.