An Army Of Youth

An army of youth
Flying the standards of truth,
We’re fighting for Christ, the Lord.
Heads lifted high,
Catholic Action our cry,
And the Cross our only sword.
On earth’s battlefield
Never a vantage we’ll yield.
As dauntlessly on we swing
Comrades true, dare and do
‘Neath the Queen’s white and blue,
For our flag, for our faith,
For Christ the King.
Christ lifts His hands,
The King commands; challenge, ‘Come and follow me.’

From every side,
With eager stride,
We form in the lines of victory.
Let foemen lurk,
And laggards shirk,
We throw our fortunes to the Lord
Mary’s Son,
Till the world is won,
WE have pledged you our loyal word.
‘An army of youth’