Our Battle Cry

1 Hark, hark! for the sound of a trumpet
Is borne by the zephyrs today;
It calls for the soldiers of Jesus
To gather in battle array!
Come one, and come all to the conflict,
Equipped in the armor divine;
No soldier who fights for our Captain
His place in the ranks will resign.

Refrain:
The sword of the Spirit
We’ll take unto the field,
That blessed word of God.
With faith for our shield,
And the helmet of salvation,
With prayer and supplication,
We’ll hold the cross high,
We’ll bring the lost nigh,
We’ll praise the God of battles for our victory.

2 Haste, hate from the mountains and valleys,
Where you have been resting a while;
O haste while the trumpet is sounding,
And work for God’s fav’ring smile!
Let none plead his weakness or failures,
With plenteous grace at command:
Take up His whose armor, my brother,
And having done all, ready stand. [Refrain]

3 Hark, hark! for the sound of the trumpet
Calls forth to the conflict the brave;
Speed onward, ye soldiers of Jesus,
That know He is mighty to save.
The battle is His, He will triumph,
And to us His vict’ries assign,
For none who belong to our Captain,
Their places will ever resign. [Refrain]

Source: Fair as the Morning. Hymns and Tunes for Praise in the Sunday-School #178

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