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 Hope’s exulting eye.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,

And all thine armies shine

In robes of victory through the skies,

The glory shall be thine.