The Good Fight

1 Encamped along the hills of light,
Ye Christian soldiers, rise
And press the battle ere the night
Shall veil the glowing skies.
Salvation's helmet on each head,
With truth all girt about,
The earth shall tremble 'neath our tread
And echo with our shout.

2 Our Lord sees every Christian die,
And feels each dying breath,
And calls out from a field nearby,
"Be faithful unto death."
Our brethren, dead beneath the plain,
Whose spirits never died,
Rise up to march and shout again,
"O Christ, be glorified!"

3 Must I be carried to the skies
On flow'ry beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize
And sailed thru bloody seas?
Sure I must fight if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord.
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy word.

Source: Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs #533