1. Am I a soldier of the Cross,
A foll'wer 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 flow'ry beds of ease
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed thro' bloody seas?

3. Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vain 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 Thine armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine.

Amen.