Encamped Along the Hills of Light is the vic-to-ry! Oh, glo-ri-ous vic-to-ry, Thato-ver-comes the world. Faith ro · ic war-riors, 'gainst en-thron-ed wrong Stood con-fi-dent and bold; Who, thrust in pris'n or fear no ill, to fight The holy fight they fought: He lies and lusts and wrongs, Let cour-age rule our souls: In keen - est strife, Lord, war - fare end-ed,—won The home of end-less peace: Look up! the victor's |