Spiritual Warfare

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 flow’ry beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed thro’ 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 see the triumph from afar,
By faith they bring it nigh.

Verse 6

When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine
In robes of vict’ry through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

Verse 1

Arise, ye saints, arise!
The Lord our Leader is:
The foe before his banner flies,
And victory is his.

Verse 2

We soon shall see the day
When all our toils shall cease;
When we shall cast our arms away,
And dwell in endless peace.

Verse 3

This hope supports us here;
It makes our burdens light:
’Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer,
Till faith shall end in sight:--

Verse 4

Till, of the prize possessed,
We hear of war no more;
And ever with our Leader rest,
On yonder peaceful shore.

Verse 1

Daughter of Zion, from the dust
Exalt thy fallen head;
Again in thy Redeemer trust--
He calls thee from the dead.

Verse 2

Awake, awake, put on thy strength,
Thy beautiful array;
The day of freedom dawns at length--
The Lord’s appointed day.

Verse 3

Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,
And send thy heralds forth;
Say to the South, Give up thy charge!
And, Keep not back, O North!

Verse 4

They come, they come; thine exiled bands,
Where’er they rest or roam,
Have heard thy voice in distant lands,
And hasten to their home.

Verse 1

God is my strong salvation;
What foe have I to fear?
In darkness and temptation,
My Light, my Help is near:
Though hosts encamp around me,
Firm to the fight I stand;
What terror can confound me,
With God at my right hand?

Verse 2

Place on the Lord reliance;
My soul! with courage wait;
His truth be thine affiance,
When faint and desolate;
His might thy heart shall strengthen,
His love thy joy increase;
Mercy thy days shall lengthen;
The Lord will give thee peace.

Verse 1

My soul, be on thy guard,
Ten thousand foes arise:
The hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.

Verse 2

Oh, 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 vict’ry won
Nor lay thine armor down;
Thy 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,
To his divine abode.

Verse 1

Oh! where are kings and empires now,
Of old that went and came?
But, Lord! thy church is praying yet,
A thousand years the same.

Verse 2

We mark her goodly battlements,
And her foundations strong;
We hear within the solemn voice
Of her unending song.

Verse 3

For, not like kingdoms of the world,
Thy holy church, O God!
Though earthquake shocks are threatening her,
And tempests are abroad;

Verse 4

Unshaken as eternal hills,
Immovable she stands,
A mountain that shall fill the earth,
A house not made by hands.

Verse 1

Soldiers of Christ are we
Marching to victory,
Marching to heaven;
In his bright armor dressed,
His cross our chosen crest,
And for our food and rest,
His word is given.

Verse 2

Tho’ foes our path surround,
Tho’ toils and cares abound,
Onward we tread;
We hear our Lord’s command;
We grasp each shining brand,
And, like a banner grand,
Hope waves o’erhead.

Verse 3

Soldiers of Christ are we,
Light, Love, and Liberty
Our battle call!
Till truth shall win the day,
Till right shall gain the sway,
Till sin is driven away,
We fight or fall.

Verse 1

Soldiers of Christ! arise,
And put your armor on,--
Strong, in the strength which God supplies,
Through his eternal Son:--

Verse 2

Strong, in the Lord of hosts,
And in his mighty power;
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,
Is more than conqueror.

Verse 3

Stand, then, in his great might,
With all his strength endued;
And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God:--

Verse 4

That, having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
You may o’ercome through Christ alone,
And stand entire at last.

Verse 5

From strength to strength go on;
Wrestle, and fight, and pray;
Tread all the powers of darkness down,
And win the well-fought day.

Verse 6

Still let the Spirit cry,
In all his soldiers, “Come,”
Till Christ, the Lord, descends from high,
And takes the conquerors home.