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, And seize it with their 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. | |