1
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,
With faith's discerning eye.

6
When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine.