The Song Of The Solider

Rise, ye children of salvation, All who cleave to Christ the Head; Wake, arise, O mighty nation, Ere the foe on Zion tread.

Pour it forth a mighty anthem, Pour it forth a mighty anthem, Like the thunders of the sea; Through the blood of Christ our ransom, More than conquerors are we, More than conquerors are we, More than conquerors are we; Through the blood of Christ our ransom, More than conquerors are we.

Saints, and heroes long before us Firmly on this ground have stood; See their banners waving o’er us, Conquerors though Jesus’ blood.

Deathless, we are all unfearing, Life laid up with Christ in God; In the morn of His appearing Floweth forth, a glory flood.

Soon we all shall stand before Him, See and know our glorious Lord; Soon in joy and light adore Him, Each receiving his reward.