We are living, we are dwelling
In
a grand and awful time,
In
an age on ages telling–
To
be living is sublime.
Hark!
The waking up of nations,
Gog
and Magog to the fray;
Hark!
what soundeth? Is creation
Groaning
for her latter day?
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Christian,
rouse and arm for conflict,
Nerve
thee for the battle field;
Bear
the helmet of salvation,
And
the mighty gospel shield;
Let
the breast-plate, peace, be on thee,
Take
the Spirit sword in hand;
Boldly,
fearlessly, go forth then,
In
Jehovah’s strength to stand.
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And
the prince of evil spirits,
Great
deceiver of the world!
He
who at the blessed Jesus
Once
his deadly weapons hurled,
Cometh
with unwonted power,
Knowing
that his reign will cease
When
the kingdom shall be given
To
the mighty Prince of Peace.
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Christian,
rouse! Fight in this warfare,
Cease
not till the victory’s world!
Till
your Captain loud proclaimeth,
“Servant
of the Lord, well done!”
He,
alone, who thus is faithful,
Who
abideth to the end,
Hath
the promise, in the kingdom
An
eternity to spend.