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?
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?
Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize
And sailed through bloody seas?
Sure, I must fight if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!
I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain
Supported by Thy Word.
Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They view the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.
When that illustrious day shall rise
And all Thine armies shine,
In robes of vic’try through the skies,
The glory will be Thine.