Christian! buckle on thine armour,
See thy foes in bright array;
Meet them on the field to day;
Christian life is one great warfare –
One fierce fight with hell and sin;
Foes without and foes within.
Would’st thou win the conqueror’s laurels,
Wear the victor’s honoured crown,
Lay not yet thy weapons down.
Hark! the bugle calls to battle;
Onward, then, thy foes to meet,
Lay them bleeding at thy feet,
Rouse, shake off thy sluggish nature;
Now’s the time to act for God
Time for rest beneat the sod.
Forward! forward! Christian soldier;
Draw thy sword, make bare thine arm;
Force the battle, brave the storm.
While upon this stage of action,
Bravely, nobly do thy part;
Labour on with hand and heart.
Labour while the sun is shining,
Soon will come the shades of night,
Work to-day with all thy might.
Indolence has slain its thousands,
Be not thou to this a slave;
Rise, be vigilant and brave.
Up, and battle hard with error;
Truth the weapon thou must wield;
Go at once and take the field.
Onward! brother, on to victory!
Dread no foe. however strong;
Right must triumph over wrong.
Go, and like thy Lord and Master,
When this lower world he trod,
Point some wandering soul to God
Lo, the fields are white to harvest,
Go and work with heart and mind;
Grow not weary, thou shalt find
Angel bands are watching o’er thee;
Faint not till the race is run;
Stay not till the goal is won.
Scorn to rest while others labour;
Use the powers thy God hath given;
Toil on earth and rest in heaven.
Rest is sweetest to the weary –
Those who toil and struggle hard;
Work, and gain this rich reward.
Rest when all thy toils are ended;
Rest when all thy work is done;
Rest when life’s short race is run.
Christian soldier, be thou ever
First and foremost in the fray;
Labour, suffer, die to-day,