On Days when the Sun doesn't seem to rise

all the day is dusk

it is easy to get discouraged

if we lose sight of our hope

when all seems lost

mount one last defense

go out with glory

gird your armor about you

raise your standard

sound your trumpet

Ride out!

And there on the east horizon

like the dawn 

The White Rider

with legions of Angels

come to our aid

But first we must ride out