Holy warfare, Lord, is mine
Against a foe I cannot see,—
Oh! aid me with Thy grace divine,
Thy faithful soldier let me be.
Thy armour—faith and righteousness,
Thy holy Word within my hand,
When fierce temptations round me press
Let me thy faithful soldier stand.
Should false shame lure me to deny
The truth, or waver in the right,
Let me the insidious foe defy,
And as Thy faithful soldier fight.
And oh! when death’s keen shafts descend,
And failing pulse, and glazing eye,
Warn that the conflict soon must end,
Thy faithful soldier let me die!
Washed in Thy blood, let me appear
Where crowns are to the conquerors given,—
Through Christ alone we triumph here,
Or wear the victor’s wreath in Heaven!