Oh! Valiant-for-the-Truth

Oh! "Valiant-for-the-Truth!"
Hail from Thy battle-field,
A Christian warrior from thy youth,
Who never knew to yield;
The conquering armour here lay down,
For the white robe, the palm, the crown.

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Where earth and hell combined
God's Image to defame,
In darkness hold the immortal mind,
In chains the mortal frame;
There didst thou choose thy stormy post,
Strong in the faith,--thyself a host.

Not without patient care,
Sore suffering, day-long toil,
And many a wrestling night of prayer,
Didst thou divide the spoil;
Then ransom'd slaves were made to be
Free from Man's yoke,--from Satan's free.

Now rest upon that bed,
Where once thy Captain lay,
And sanctified it for the dead
In Christ, till His great day;
When they, though worlds around them burn,
With songs to Zion shall return.

In that Jerusalem above,
Where all the saints shall meet;
Loved with an everlasting love,
Around their Saviour's feet!
Oh! there with thine our souls be found
In life's eternal bundle bound.

Sacred Poems and Hymns