Am I a sol­dier of the cross,
A fol­low­er of the Lamb,
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His name?

Must I be car­ried to the skies
On flow­ery beds of ease,
While oth­ers fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

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?

Sure I must fight if I would reign;
Increase my cour­age, Lord.
I’ll bear the toil, en­dure the pain,
Supported by Thy Word.

Thy saints in all this glo­ri­ous war
Shall con­quer, though they die;
They see the tri­umph from afar,
By faith’s dis­cern­ing eye.

When that il­lus­tri­ous day shall rise,
And all Thy ar­mies shine
In robes of vic­to­ry through the skies,
The glo­ry shall be Thine.