The Church Militant

Verse 1

Urge on your rapid course, Ye blood-besprinkled bands; The heavenly kingdom suffers force; 'Tis seized by violent hands.

Verse 2

See there the starry crown That glitters through the skies; Satan, the world, and sin tread down, And take the glorious prize.

Verse 3

Through much distress and pain, Through many a conflict here, Through blood ye must the entrance gain, Yet, oh, disdain to fear.

Verse 4

Courage, your Captain cries, Who all your toil foreknew; Toil ye shall have, yet all despise; I have o'ercome for you.

Verse 5

The world can not withstand Its ancient Conqueror; The world must sink beneath the Hand Which arms us for the war.

Verse 6

This is the victory— Before our faith they fall; Jesus hath died for you and me; Believe, and conquer all.