1. Hast thou heard it, O my brother, Hast thou heard the trumpet sound?
2. Brave hearts through the midnight-singing, Doubting not the morning star,
Loudly calling each the other, Warrior hosts thy life surround.
Lo! the dawn breaks o'er them, bringing Signs of triumph from afar;
Hark, the tides of battle rolling Fill the wide world like a sea,
Scorning fear, the darkness scorning, While thy brow of youth is bright,
Starry powers, the tides controlling, Lift up faithful hearts and free.
Set the forehead to the morning! Wear thy panoply of light!
Gird thee, gird thee, O my brother, We will march in close array,
Trusting God and in each other, We are children of the day.

3. O the ancient earth is calling
For such life as thine may be!
Ages gone were stumbling, falling,
Toward the light thine eyes shall see.
Though the old, heroic story
Glow with noble deed sublime,
There shall be a greater glory
In the coming golden time.