The Hands and Feet of Peace

In darkest streets where silence cries, Where hope is dim and justice dies, We march with banners lifted high, To bring the dawn, to testify.

We are the Army, bold and true, With hearts ablaze in crimson hue. To save the lost, to serve the least, We are the hands and feet of peace.

Not just a shelter, not just bread, But Gospel truth for hearts long dead. We fight for souls, we lift the poor, We knock on every broken door.

No longer watchers from afar, We bring the light, reflect the star. A lighthouse in the storm’s despair, A voice that shouts, “We see you there!”

From Booth’s bold pen to modern day, The mission calls—we must obey. Not charity that soothes and leaves, But justice that the world believes.

We are the Army, bold and true, With hearts ablaze in crimson hue. To save the lost, to serve the least, We are the hands and feet of peace.

So rise, Salvation soldiers all, To answer Christ’s relentless call. In every land, through every storm, We march until the world is reborn.

We are the Army, bold and true, With hearts ablaze in crimson hue. To save the lost, to serve the least, We are the hands and feet of peace.