1 Am I a soldier of the cross,
And pledged to bear its shame?
And shall I fear to own Christ's 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?
Shall sloth and faintness win Thy peace,
O Thou, the martyr's God?

4 The fearless heart Thou wilt sustain;
Increase my courage, Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy word.

5 The 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 Thy illustrious day shall rise,
And all Thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine.