The Uniform

1 Dress uniform Christ's soldier's wear
When duty calls abroad,
Not purchas'd at their cost or care,
But by their Prince bestow'd.

2 Christ's soldiers too have Christ-like bread,
Have regimental dress;
'Tis lin'd with white, and fac'd with red,
'Tis Christ's own righteousness.

3 A rich and costly robe it is,
And to the soldier dear;
No rose can learn to blush like this,
Nor lilly look so fair.

4 'Tis wrought by Jesus' skilful hand,
And ting'd with his own blood;
It make the Cherubs gazing stand,
To view this robe of God.

5 No art of man can weave this robe,
'Tis of such texture fine;
Nor could the wealth of all the globe,
By purchase, make it mine.

6 'Tis of one pice, and wrought throughout
So curiously, that none
Can dress up in this seamless coat,
Till Jesus put it on.

7 This vesture never waxes old,
Nor spot thereon can fall;
It makes a soldier brave and bold,
Who on the Lord doth call.

8 This robe put on me, Lord, each day,
And it shall hide my shame;
'Twill make me fight, and sing, and pray,
And bless my Captain's name.

9 How brave and bold Christ's soldiers are,
When dress'd up in this robe!
They look like men equip'd for war,
And like the sons of God.

10 Their shield is faith, their helmet hope,
And thus they march Christ's road;
Christ's spirit is their glitt'ring sword,
To play the man for God.

11 When dress'd up in this uniform,
In order march along;
Christ Jesus is their leader now,
And conscience beat the drum.

12 The trumpet blows, at Christ's command,
A long and joyful sound;
While soldiers shout, and praise their King,
The walls fall to the ground.