Original text: Who is on the Lord's side? Who will serve the King? Who will be His helper, other lives to bring? Who will leave the world's side? Who will face the foe? Who is on the Lord's side? Who will for Him go? By Thy call of mercy, By Thy grace divine, We are on the Lord's side, Saviour, we are Thine! Fierce may be the conflict, Stong may be the foe, But the King's own army None can overthow. Round His standard ranging Vict'ry is secure, For His truth unchanging Makes the triumph sure! Joyfully enlisting By Thy grace divine, We are on the Lord's side, Saviour we are Thine. Chosen to be soldiers In an alien land, Chosen, called and faithful Four 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, Saviour, always Thine.