Soldiers

Verse 1

Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb,
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His Name?

Verse 2

Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

Verse 3

Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

Verse 4

Sure I must fight if I would reign:
Increase my courage, Lord;
I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy word.

Verse 5

Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They view the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

Verse 6

When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all Thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine.

Verse 1

Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb,
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His Name?

Verse 2

Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

Verse 3

Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

Verse 4

Sure I must fight if I would reign:
Increase my courage, Lord;
I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy word.

Verse 5

Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They view the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

Verse 6

When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all Thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine.

Verse 1

Arm these Thy soldiers, mighty Lord,
With shield of faith and Spirit’s sword;
Forth to the battle may they go,
And boldly fight against the foe,
With banner of the cross unfurled,
And by it overcome the world;
And so at last receive from Thee
The palm and crown of victory.

Verse 2

Come, ever-blessed Spirit, come,
And make Thy servants’ hearts Thy home;
Thus consecrated, Lord, to Thee,
May each a living temple be:
Enrich that temple’s holy shrine
With sevenfold gifts of grace Divine;
With wisdom, light, and knowledge bless,
Strength, counsel, fear, and godliness.

Verse 3

O Trinity in Unity,
One only God, and Persons Three,
In whom, through whom, by whom we live,
To Thee we praise and glory give;
O grant us so to use Thy grace
That we may see Thy glorious face,
And ever with the heavenly host
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Verse 1

Fight the good fight with all thy might;
Christ is thy Strength, and Christ thy Right:
Lay hold on life, and it shall be
Thy joy and crown eternally.

Verse 2

Run the straight race
Through God’s good grace,
Lift up thine eyes, and seek His face;
Life with its way before us lies,
Christ is the Path, and Christ the Prize.

Verse 3

Cast care aside;
Upon thy Guide
Lean, and His mercy will provide;
Lean, and the trusting soul shall prove,
Christ is its Life, and Christ its Love.

Verse 4

Faint not, nor fear,
His arms are near;
He changeth not, and thou art dear;
Only believe, and thou shalt see
That Christ is All in all to thee.

Verse 1

Lead on, O King Eternal,
The day of march has come;
Henceforth in fields of conquest
Thy tents shall be our home:
Through days of preparation
Thy grace has made us strong,
And now, O King Eternal,
We lift our battle-song.

Verse 2

Lead on, O King Eternal,
Till sin’s fierce war shall cease,
And Holiness shall whisper
The sweet Amen of peace;
For not with swords loud clashing,
Nor roll of stirring drums,
But deeds of love and mercy,
The heavenly kingdom comes.

Verse 3

Lead on, O King Eternal:
We follow, not with fears;
For gladness breaks like morning
Where’er Thy face appears;
Thy cross is lifted o’er us:
We journey in its light:
The crown awaits the conquest:
Lead on, O God of might.

Verse 1

My soul, be on thy guard;
Ten thousand foes arise,
A host of sins are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.

Verse 2

O watch, and fight, and pray;
The battle ne’er give o’er;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help Divine implore.

Verse 3

Ne’er think the victory won,
Nor lay thine armor down;
Thine arduous work will not be done,
Till thou obtain thy crown.

Verse 4

Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God;
He’ll take thee at thy parting breath,
Up to His blest abode.

Verse 1

My soul, be on thy guard;
Ten thousand foes arise,
A host of sins are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.

Verse 2

O watch, and fight, and pray;
The battle ne’er give o’er;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help Divine implore.

Verse 3

Ne’er think the victory won,
Nor lay thine armor down;
Thine arduous work will not be done,
Till thou obtain thy crown.

Verse 4

Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God;
He’ll take thee at thy parting breath,
Up to His blest abode.

Verse 1

O daughters blest of Galilee,
With Jesus chose ye well to be,
Thrice happy holy company!

Verse 2

O joy, to see that Master dear!
O joy, to live with Him so near!
O joy, that gentle voice to hear!

Verse 3

O more than joy, to that dear Lord,
In purest, deepest love adored,
All lowly service to afford!

Verse 4

Yea, happy was your lot to bring,
In loyal homage to your King,
Each free and gracious offering.

Verse 5

O Jesus, throned above the height,
Adoring troops of angels bright
Wait on Thy bidding day and night:

Verse 6

Thy sacred form we cannot see,
Yet, Lord, these hands may render Thee
Each lowly act of charity.

Verse 7

For while ‘mid want and woe we move,
And tend Thy poor in gentle love,
We minister to Thee above.

Verse 8

O gracious Jesus, we confess
Our poor cold love, our nothingness:
Yet Thou wilt own, and Thou wilt bless.