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?
2
Must
I be carried to the skies
On
flowery beds of ease,
While
others fought to win the prize,
And
sailed through bloody seas?
3
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?
4
Sure
I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase
my courage, Lord.
I'll
bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported
by Thy word.
5
Thy
saints in all this glorious war
Shall
conquer though they die;
They
see the triumph from afar,
By
faith they bring it nigh.
6
When
that illustrious day shall rise,
And
all thy armies shine
In
robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.