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ARE we the soldiers of the Cross, The followers of the Lamb? And shall we fear to own His cause, Or blush to speak His name? |
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2 | Must we be carried to the skies On peaceful beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bruising seas? |
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3 | No! we must fight if we would reign; Increase our courage, Lord: We’ll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by Thy Word. |
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4 | Thy saints, in all this glorious war, Shall conquer, though they’re slain: They see the triumph from afar, And shall with Jesus reign. |
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5 | When that illustrious Day shall rise, And all Thine armies shine In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall be Thine. |
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Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |