On flow'ry beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed thro' bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

4 Sure I must fight if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord;
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

5 Thy saints in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
By faith they bring it nigh.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine
In robes of vict'ry through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

Isaac Watts, 1723

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_Christian Soldiers._ (773)

Soldiers of Christ are we
Marching to victory,
Marching to heaven;
In his bright armor dressed,
His cross our chosen crest,
And for our food and rest,
His word is given.

2 Tho' foes our path surround,
Tho' toils and cares abound,
Onward we tread;
We hear our Lord's command;
We grasp each shining brand,
And, like a banner grand,
Hope waves o'erhead.

3 Soldiers of Christ are we,
Light, Love, and Liberty
Our battle call!
Till truth shall win the day,
Till right shall gain the sway,
Till sin is driven away,
We fight or fall.

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(771)

Stand up, stand up for Jesus,
Ye soldiers of the cross!
Lift high his royal banner,
It must not suffer loss;
From victory unto victory
His army shall he lead,
Till every foe is vanquished.
And Christ is Lord indeed.

2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus.
The trumpet call obey;
Forth to the mighty conflict,
In this his glorious day;
Ye that are men! now serve him,
Against unnumbered foes;
Your courage rise with danger,
And strength to strength oppose.

3 Stand up, stand up for Jesus,
Stand in his strength alone;
The arm of flesh will fail you;
Ye dare not trust your own;
Put on the gospel armor,
And, watching unto prayer,
Where duty calls, or danger,
Be never wanting there.

4 Stand up, stand up for Jesus:
The strife will not be long;
This day, the noise of battle,--
The next, the victor's song;
To him that overcometh,
A crown of life shall be;
He, with the King of glory,
Shall reign eternally!

George Duffield, 1858.

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_Psalm 27._ (772)

God is my strong salvation;
What foe have I to fear?
In darkness and temptation,
My Ligh