The Sword of the Lord and of Gideon

Verse 1

It was midnight in the valley, and the camp was dark and still, Where the slumb’ring host of Midian lay along the sloping hill, When a blinding flash of torches, and a trumpet loud and shrill, Threw out the battle cry:

Chorus

Blow ye the trumpet, for the Lord hath made us free; Your blazing lamps raise high! "The Sword of the Lord and of Gideon," shall be Our conqu’ring Battle Cry.

Verse 2

Where the faint and fearful thousands had returned at God’s command, By the chosen few and faithful, vict’ry came to Gideon’s band; Hear them giving God the glory, and around the camp they stand And shout their Battle Cry:

Verse 3

Christian soldiers, be not fearful; onward with your Captain go; Ever "looking unto Jesus." you shall conquer ev’ry foe; He hath triumph'd--take your trumpets, let the world your vict’ry know; Sing loud your Battle Cry: