Marching as to war.
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before!
Christ, the royal Master,
Leads against the tree huggers;
Forward into battle,
See Him smite the buggers!
Onward, Chico the soldier,
Marching as to war.
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before!
At the sign of triumph
Satan's host dost flee;
On, then, Chico the soldier,
On to victory!
Hell's foundations quiver
At the shout of praise;
Brothers, lift your voices,
Loud your anthems raise!
Onward, Chico the soldier,
Marching as to war.
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before!
Like a mighty army
Moves the church of God;
Brothers, we are treading
Where the saints have trod;
We are not divided;
All one body we,
One in hope and doctrine,
One in charity.
Onward, Chico the soldier,
Marching as to war.
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before!
Onward, then ye people,
Join our happyy throng,
Blend with ours your voices
In the triumph song;
Glory, laud, and honor,
Unto Christ the King:
This thro' countless ages
Men and angels sing.
Onward, Chico the soldier,
Marching as to war.
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before!
New verse
At the sign of combat
Chico the soldier dost flee;
Never seen the reality,
Only on TV
Chico's bowels doth quiver
At the shout of strife;
First time he's seen aggro
in his sheltered life
