1 Soldiers of the cross, arise,
Gird you with your armour bright;
Mighty are your enemies,
Hard the battle ye must fight.
2 O’er a faithless, fallen world
Raise your banner in the sky;
Let it float there wide unfurled;
Bear it onward; lift it high.
3 ‘Mid the homes of want and woe,
Strangers to the living word,
Let the Saviour’s herald go,
Let the voice of hope be heard.
4 Where the shadows deepest lie,
Carry truth’s unsullied ray;
Where are crimes of blackest dye,
There the saving sign display.
5 To the weary and the worn
Tell of realms where sorrows cease;
To the outcast and forlorn
Speak of mercy and of peace.
6 Be the banner still unfurled,
Still unsheathed the Spirit’s sword,
Till the kingdoms of the world
Are the Kingdom of the Lord.
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First Line: | Soldiers of the cross, arise |
Author: | William Walsham How (1823-97) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | The salvation soldier: Calling |