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