The Otterbein Hymnal Part 73

3 Soldiers of Christ are we, Light, Love, and Liberty Our battle call!

Till truth shall win the day, Till right shall gain the sway, Till sin is driven away, We fight or fall.

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(771)

Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Ye soldiers of the cross!

Lift high his royal banner, It must not suffer loss; From victory unto victory His army shall he lead, Till every foe is vanquished.

And Christ is Lord indeed.

2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus.

The trumpet call obey; Forth to the mighty conflict, In this his glorious day; Ye that are men! now serve him, Against unnumbered foes; Your courage rise with danger, And strength to strength oppose.

3 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Stand in his strength alone; The arm of flesh will fail you; Ye dare not trust your own; Put on the gospel armor, And, watching unto prayer, Where duty calls, or danger, Be never wanting there.

4 Stand up, stand up for Jesus: The strife will not be long; This day, the noise of battle,-- The next, the victor's song; To him that overcometh, A crown of life shall be; He, with the King of glory, Shall reign eternally!

George Duffield, 1858.

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_Psalm 27._ (772)

G.o.d is my strong salvation; What foe have I to fear?

In darkness and temptation, My Light, my Help is near: Though hosts encamp around me, Firm to the fight I stand; What terror can confound me, With G.o.d at my right hand?

2 Place on the Lord reliance; My soul! with courage wait; His truth be thine affiance, When faint and desolate; His might thy heart shall strengthen, His love thy joy increase; Mercy thy days shall lengthen; The Lord will give thee peace.

James Montgomery, 1822.

430 Yield Not to Temptation. P.M.

_Courage._

Yield not to temptation, For yielding is sin; Each vict'ry will help you Some other to win.

Fight manfully onward, Dark pa.s.sions subdue; Look ever to Jesus, He'll carry you through.

Cho.--Ask the Savior to help you, Comfort, strengthen, and keep you; He is willing to aid you, He will carry you through.

2 Shun evil companions, Bad language disdain, G.o.d's name hold in rev'rence, Nor take it in vain; Be thoughtful and earnest, Kind-hearted and true; Look ever to Jesus, He'll carry you through.

3 To him that o'ercometh, G.o.d giveth a crown; Through faith we shall conquer, Though often cast down; He who is our Savior Our strength will renew; Look ever to Jesus, He'll carry you through.

H.R. Palmer.

431 St. Martin's. C.M.

_Founded on a Rock._ (892)

With stately towers and bulwarks strong, Unrivaled and alone, Loved theme of many a sacred song; G.o.d's holy city shone.

2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat, The glory of all lands; Yet fairer and in strength complete, The Christian temple stands.

3 The faithful of each clime and age This glorious church compose; Built on a Rock, with idle rage The threat'ning tempest blows.

4 Fear not; though hostile bands alarm, Thy G.o.d is thy defense; And weak and powerless every arm Against Omnipotence.

Isaac Watts.

432 St. Martin's. C.M.

_The Church Immovable._ (891)

Oh! where are kings and empires now, Of old that went and came?

But, Lord! thy church is praying yet, A thousand years the same.

2 We mark her goodly battlements, And her foundations strong; We hear within the solemn voice Of her unending song.

3 For, not like kingdoms of the world, Thy holy church, O G.o.d!

Though earthquake shocks are threatening her, And tempests are abroad;

4 Unshaken as eternal hills, Immovable she stands, A mountain that shall fill the earth, A house not made by hands.

Arthur Cleveland c.o.xe, 1839, _a._

433 St. Martin's. C.M.

_Returning to Zion._ (894)

Daughter of Zion, from the dust Exalt thy fallen head; Again in thy Redeemer trust-- He calls thee from the dead.

2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength, Thy beautiful array; The day of freedom dawns at length-- The Lord's appointed day.

3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, And send thy heralds forth; Say to the South, Give up thy charge!

And, Keep not back, O North!

4 They come, they come; thine exiled bands, Where'er they rest or roam, Have heard thy voice in distant lands, And hasten to their home.

James Montgomery, 1825.

434 St. Martin's. C.M.