Strike the loud harp, ye minstrel train!
Pour forth your loftiest lays;
Each heart shall echo to the strain
Breathed in the warrior's praise.
Bid every string triumphant swell
Th' inspiring sounds that heroes love so well.
Chieftains, lead on! our hearts beat high--
For combat's glorious hour;
Soon shall the red cross banners fly
On Salem's loftiest tower!
We burn to mingle with the strife,
Where but to die insures eternal life.