Am I a soldier of the cross? A foll'wer 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 through bloody seas? Are there no foes for me to fight? 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 glorious war shall conquer though they die
They see the triumph from afar by faith's discerning eye. |