Fellow-soldiers
marching forward in the battle thick and sore,
We as
foreigners and pilgrims, headed to the heav’nly shore:
For our
Savior’s blood has bought us from the Devil’s grip of death-
By His
grace and endless mercy He forgives and gave life’s breath.
But our
enemy is raging - seeks to capture us again,
This, our
foe is whom we battle - it is not women or men:
For he knows
his time is short now to ensnare more souls to hell,
Thus he
wages war against those who redemption’s song can tell.
I would
warn you most sincerely, “Never give him e’en an inch,
Or he’ll
steal from you a hectare as in darkness you will flinch;
Slam and
lock the door before you - do not open it a crack,
Or he’ll
bust right on in through it and will stab you in the back!
Do not
trifle with allurements he has baited on your way:
For his
traps of death await you when with canons, hot, you play;
Snaring lies he will have hanging from the
limb of ev’ry tree-
Do not
stop to view their makings lest the noose will tighten thee!”
Run, my
Comrade to the Savior, our Commanding Conqueror:
For when
covered by His blood-flow we have vict’ry in this war;
Jesus
Christ arose triumphant over Satan, sin and hell,
And in Him
we claim the power as He all our foes doth quell!
Fellow-soldiers,
gird your armor, never putting down your Sword,
With the
righteous breastplate o’er you, and your shield, faith in the Lord;
Take the
helmet of salvation -keep it always in its place,
With the
Truth all girt about you - fiery darts then find no space.
Pressing
forward, on and upward, our Commander, Christ in lead,
For we know our foe’s defeated and all hell
one day will feed.
Never
swerve from off the pathway, but let snipers wait in vain:
For we
have the cross before us and the crown we shall obtain!
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