C.M. [1900]Marlow: John Chatham, 1718 Isaac Watts, 1724 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? 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? Sure I must fight if I would reign; Increase my courage, Lord; I'll bear the cross, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. Thy saints, in all this glorious war, Shall conquer, though they die; They view the triumph from afar, And seize it with their eye. When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall be thine. Amen. |