Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follow’r of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His name?
Must I be carried to the skies
On flow’ry beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed thru bloody seas?
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?
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 glor’ous war
Shall conquer tho they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.
When that illustr’ous day shall rise,
And all Thy armies shine
In robes of vict’ry thru the skies,
The glory shall be Thine.