Members of Christ are we;
He is our living Head.
That henceforth we should ever be
By His good Spirit led
In the same narrow path
Our Lord and Savior trod—
The path that leadeth by the cross
To glory and to God.

Children of God are we;
Such grace to us is given,
To kneel and pray in Christ’s own words,
“Father, Which art in Heav’n”;
Seeking to do His will
As angels do above,
And walking in obedient ways
Of holy truth and love.

Of Heaven’s kingdom we
Inheritors were made;
Each at the font in Christ’s own robe
Of spotless white arrayed.
Upon our forehead now
Is traced the suffering sign,
That one day on each saintly brow
A glorious crown may shine.

Christ’s little ones are we;
And unto us are given
Angelic guards, who ever see
Our Father’s face in Heav’n.
To walk in folly now
We may not, must not, dare,
Mindful Whose seal is on our brow,
Whose holy Name we bear.

Soldiers who to Christ belong,
Trust ye in His Word, be strong;
For His promises are sure,
His rewards for aye endure.

His no crowns that pass away,
His no palm that sees decay,
His the joy that shall not fade,
His the light that knows no shade.

His the home for spirits blest,
Where He gives them peaceful rest,
Far above the starry skies,
In the bliss of Paradise.

Here on earth ye can but clasp
Things that perish in the grasp:
Lift your hearts, then, to the skies;
God Himself shall be your prize.

Praise we now with saints at rest
Father, Son, and Spirit blest;
For His promises are sure,
His rewards shall aye endure.