6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all Thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine.
Strong in the strength which God supplies,
Through His eternal Son.
2 Strong in the Lord of Hosts,
And in His mighty power;
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts
Is more than conqueror.
3 Stand then in His great might,
With all His strength endued;
And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God.
4 From strength to strength go on,
Wrestle, and fight, and pray:
Tread all the powers of darkness down,
And win the well-fought day.
5 That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
Ye may o'ercome, through Christ alone,
And stand complete at last.
O forward, Christian soldier,
Beneath His banner true!
The Lord Himself, thy Leader,
Shall all thy foes subdue.
His love foretells thy trials;
He knows thine hourly need;
He can with bread of heaven
Thy fainting spirit feed.
2 Go forward, Christian soldier!
Fear not the secret foe;
Far more o'er thee are watching
Than human eyes can know:
Trust only Christ, thy Captain;
Cease not to watch and pray;
Heed not the treacherous voices
That lure thy soul astray.
3 Go forward, Christian soldier!
Nor dream of peaceful rest,
Till Satan's host is vanquished
And heaven is all possessed;
Till Christ Himself shall call thee
To lay thine armor by,
And wear in endless glory
The crown of victory..
4 Go forward, Christian soldier!
Fear not the gathering night:
The Lord has been thy shelter;
The Lord will be thy light.
When morn His face revealeth,
Thy dangers all are past:
Oh, pray that faith and virtue
May keep thee to the last!
HAPPY band of pilgrims,
If onward ye will tread
With Jesus as your Fellow
To Jesus as your Head!
2 Oh, happy if ye labor
As Jesus did for men!
Oh, happy if ye hunger
As Jesus hungered then!
3 The cross that Jesus carried,
He carried as your due:
The crown that Jesus weareth,
He weareth it for you.
4 The faith by which ye see Him,
The hope in which ye yearn,
The love that through all troubles
To Him alone will turn;
5 The trials that beset you,
The sorrows ye endure,
The manifold temptations
That death alone can cure;
6 What are they but His jewels,
Of right celestial worth?
What are they but the ladder
Set up to heaven on earth?
7 O happy band of pilgrims,
Look upward to the skies,
Where such a light affliction
Shall win so great a prize!
ISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,
Toward heaven, thy destined place.
Sun and moon and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.
2 Cease, my soul, oh, cease to mourn!
Press onward to the prize;
Soon thy Saviour will return,
To take thee to the skies:
There is everlasting peace,
Rest, enduring rest, in heaven;
There will sorrow ever cease,
And crowns of joy be given.
H, where shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul?
"Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole.
2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
3 Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years,
And all that life is love.
4 There is a death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath;
Oh, what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!
5 Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun,
Lest we be banished from Thy face,
For evermore undone.
6 Here would we end our quest:
Alone are found in Thee
The life of perfect love, the rest
Of immortality.
E march, we march to victory!
With the cross of the Lord before us,
With His loving eye looking down from the sky, And His holy arm spread o'er us.
1 We come in the might of the Lord of light,
In reverent train to meet Him;
And we put to flight the armies of night,
That the sons of the day may greet Him.
We march, we march, etc.
2 Our sword is the Spirit of God on high
Our helmet is His salvation,
Our banner, the Cross of Calvary,
Our watchword, the Incarnation.
We march, we march, etc.
3 And the choir of angels with song awaits
Our march to the golden Sion;
For our Captain has broken the brazen gates,
And burst the bars of iron.
We march, we march, etc.
4 Then onward we march, our arms to prove, With the banner of Christ before us,
With His eye of love looking down from above, And His holy arm spread o'er us.
We march, we march to victory!
With the cross of the Lord before us,
With His loving eye looking down from the sky, And His holy arm spread o'er us.
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