Rise at the cry of battle, Arm for the coming strife, By night and day you must fight your way Till you pass through death to life. Ready to face the danger, Ready to right the wrong, There is many a foe on the way you go, Quit you like men, be strong!
Fiery and fierce the conflict, Daring and swift the foe; His hosts are found on the battle ground, Where they wait to lay you low; Sharp are his darts and deadly, Keen is the strife and long, Then arm for the fight in the armor of light, Quit you like men, be strong!
Strive till the strife is over, Fight till the fight is won, Though sore oppressed, seek not for rest, Until the day is done; After the well fought battle Join in the victor’s song, Your trophies bring to Christ your King, Quit you like men, be strong!
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?
And when the battle’s over We shall wear a crown! Yes, we shall wear a crown! Yes, we shall wear a crown! And when the battle’s over We shall wear a crown In the new Jerusalem Wear a crown (wear a crown) Wear a crown (wear a crown) Wear a bright and shining crown; And when the battle’s over We shall wear a crown In the new Jerusalem.
Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas?
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?