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 glorio9us 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.
