I'm called to camp, to leave my home

1 I'm call'd to camp to leave my home,
My friends and neighbours too:
And there await my fate and doom,
As many others do.

2 I march into the martial field,
And there to risk my life!
Where men their bloody weapons wield
For battle, war and strife.

3 They, who to me are near and dear,
They weep, they grieve and morn,
They live in dread and doubt and fear
That I might ne'er return.

4 Should this not fill a human breast?
And bear upon the mind;
I cannot help but feel distress'd,
For those I leave behind.

5 But so it is, I must submit,
What e'er my lot may be:
To bear the trials I must meet;
My Jesus strengthen me!

6 the sad effect of war I feel,
For sin my just reward;
Yet if it be my Maker's will,
My life may still be spar'd.

7 Lord, be with all of mine I pray,
And all of my concern!
And make us wise from day to day,
Thy righteous will to learn.


Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #CCCXXIV