Text: | To you, O men, the task is given |
Author: | J. Poppins |
1 To you, O men, the task is given,
To salve a world by strife sore riven;
Amid the clash of force and might
Your regal Christ leads in the fight.
2 The battle's joined, the task's at hand,
Be one of Christ's own loyal band;
Work while ye may, His holy will,
Till all His sovereign will fulfil.
3 Have ye no care for earth's sore ill?
The Lamb that died on Calvary's Hill
Now stands upon His heavenly throne,
Waiting to claim the world His own.
4 He waits, nor is His waiting vain;
Earth's host, who now travail in pain,
Shall sing the glad, triumphant song,
A glad, united, joyous throng.
5 Be ye lift up, ye gates of brass,
The King of Glory's hosts must pass;
They come, and songs of joy upraise,
The King of peace their song of praise.
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First Line: | To you, O men, the task is given |
Author: | J. Poppins |
Meter: | L.M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1974 |
Topic: | The Christian Life: Conflict and Victory |