And I'll sing hallelujah, And glory be to God on high; There's glory beaming through the sky 2 Our conflicts here, though great they be, If we but watch, and strive, and pray, 4 Though Satan may his powers employ, Yet never fear, we 'll gain the day, And shout and sing the good old way. 5 And when on Pisgah's top we stand, And view by faith the promis'd land, Then we may sing and shout and pray, And march along the good old way. 6 Ye valiant souls, for heav'n contend, Our God will wipe all tears away, 7 Then far beyond this mortal shore, 1 A HYMN 106. L. M. SOLDIER, Lord, thou hast me made, Thou art my Captain, King, and Head, And under thee I mean to fight, The fight of faith with all my might. 2 Thou art my guard, keep me I pray, Nor from my duty e'er depart, 3 O make me, Lord, what I should be, That when alarm'd to call the Lord, 5 The war is o'er, and we are free, 1 Y HYMN 107. P. M. E soldiers of Jesus pray stand to your arms, Prepare for the battle, the gospel alarms, The trumpets are sounding, come soldiers and see, The standard and colours of sweet liberty. Tho' Satan's black trumpet is sounding so near, Take courage brave soldiers, his armies we dare: In the strength of King Jesus we dare him to fight, We'll put his black armies of aliens to flight. In the mount of salvation, in Christ's armoury, There's swords, shields, and breast-plates, and helmets for thee; Be not faint-heart though he roars like a flood, He'll not stand before the bright armies of God. 4 To battle, to battle, the trumpets doth sound, The watchmen are crying fair Zion around: The signal for vict'ry! hark! hark! from the sky' Shout, shout ye brave armies, the watchmen al cry. 5 As the great Goliah, Apollyon shall fall; With the sword of the Spirit we'll conquer them all; We'll leave no opposers alive in the field, By the strength of Jehovah we'll force them to yield. 6 Thro' Jesus, our wisdom, we'll baffle his rage, My heart beats for conquest, come soldiers engage; The trumpets are sounding-the armies appear, We'll not leave one standing from front to the rear. 7 King Jesus is riding the white horse before, The watchmen close after, the trumpet doth roar : Some shouting, some singing, salvation they cry, In the strength of King Jesus all hell we defy. 8 Fair Zion's a shouting to her conq'ring King, Salvation to Jesus, the armies doth sing: Apollyon we've conquer'd and sunk in the flood: O who can withstand the bright armies of God? 9 Behold all the armies are now marching home, God's trumpet is sounding, and bids them to come All Zion's fair armies together doth meet, And lay down their armour at Jesus's feet. 10 The angelic army with Zion combines; In robes of bright glory eternally shines; All shouting and singing on Canaan's brigh shore, Where wars and commotions can reach them no more 11 Cheer up, ye dear pilgrims, the time's drawing nigh, When we shall meet Jesus' bright host in the sky Our friends and relations in Jesus so dear, Both preachers and people shall then meet us there. 12 We'll join the bright barpers in anthems divine, Whose crowns with bright diamonds the sun doth outshine; 1 To the praise of King Jesus we'll tune our harps then: Salvation and glory to Jesus, Amen. HYMN 108. C. M. HARK! listen to the trumpeters, They call for volunteers; On Zion's bright and flowery mount, 2 Their horses white, their armours bright 3 It sets my heart all in a flame, I will enlist, gird on my arms, 4 We want no cowards in our bands, 5 To see our armies on parade, 6 They follow their great General, His garments stain'd in his own blood, 7 The trumpets sound, the armies shout 8 Sinners, enlist with Jesus Christ, And march with us to Canaan's land, 9 There on a green and flowery mound, 10 We'll shout and sing for evermore. 11 Lift up your heads, ye soldiers bold, AMI a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb? And shail I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name? 2 Must I be carried to the skies, On flow'ry beds of ease, Whilst others fought to win the prize, And sail'd through bloody seas? 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Is this vile world a friend to grace. 4 Sure I must fight if I would reign; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 5 Thy saints in all this glorious war |