Be strong in God and in His power;
Put on His armor every day.
Thus you can take your stand each hour;
The devil’s schemes won’t lead you astray.
The battle’s like a flood,
Though not ’gainst flesh and blood;
But ’gainst the spiritual realm,
With Satan at the helm;
You face the powers of darkness.

Take God’s full armor—your life surround,
So when the day of evil appears,
You’ll then be able to stand your ground,
And after all, to stand without fear.
Stand firm, then, in the faith,
The belt of truth in place;
Breastplate of righteousness,
Feet shod with readiness
That comes from the true Gospel of peace.

Take, over all, the shield of faith,
To quench the flaming arrows outpoured.
Salvation’s helmet wear over your face,
And take the Word, the Spirit’s sword.
Pray in the Spirit’s power,
All kinds of prayers each hour.
Be always on alert,
And pray for all the Church.
Through God you’ll win the battle!

Behold! the Christian warrior stand
In all the armor of his God;
The Spirit’s sword is in his hand;
His feet are with the Gospel shod;

In panoply of truth complete,
Salvation’s helmet on his head;
With righteousness a breastplate meet,
And faith’s broad shield before him spread.

He wrestles not with flesh and blood,
But principalities and powers,
Rulers of darkness, like a flood,
Nigh, and assailing at all hours.

Nor Satan’s fiery darts alone,
Quenched on his shield, at him are hurled;
The traitor in his heart is known,
And the dire friendship of this world.

Undaunted to the field he goes;
Yet vain were skill and valor there,
Unless, to foil his legion foes,
He takes the trustiest weapon: prayer.

With this omnipotence he moves,
From this the alien armies flee,
Till more than conqueror he proves,
Through Christ, who gives him victory.

Thus, strong in his Redeemer’s strength,
Sin, death, and hell he tramples down;
Fights the good fight, and wins at length,
Through mercy, an immortal crown.

Truehearted, wholehearted, faithful and loyal,
King of our lives, by Thy grace we will be;
Under the standard exalted and royal,
Strong in Thy strength we will battle for Thee.

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Peal out the watchword! Silence it never!
Song of our spirits, rejoicing and free;
Peal out the watchword! Loyal forever!
King of our lives, by Thy grace we will be.

Wholehearted! Savior belovèd and glorious,
Take Thy great power and reign Thou alone,
Over our wills and affections victorious—
Freely surrendered and wholly Thine own.

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Truehearted, wholehearted! Fullest allegiance
Yielding henceforth to our glorious King!
Valiant endeavor and loving obedience
Freely and joyously now would we bring.

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Truehearted! Savior, Thou knowest our story,
Weak are the hearts that we lay at Thy feet,
Sinful and treacherous! yet, for Thy glory,
Heal them, and cleanse them from sin and deceit.

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Half-hearted, false-hearted! Heed we the warning!
Only the whole can be perfectly true;
Bring the whole offering, all timid thought scorning,
Truehearted only if whole-hearted too.

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Half-hearted! Savior, shall aught be withholden,
Giving Thee part Who has given us all?
Blessings outpouring, and promises golden
Pledging, with never reserve or recall!

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Half-hearted? Master, shall any who know Thee
Grudge Thee their lives, who has laid down Thine own?
Nay! we would offer the hearts that we owe Thee,
Live for Thy love and Thy glory alone.

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Sisters, dear sisters, the call is resounding,
Will ye not echo the silver refrain,
Mighty and sweet, and in gladness abounding?–
“Truehearted, whole-hearted!” ringing again.

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Jesus is with us, His rest is before us,
Brightly His standard is waving above!
Sisters, dear sisters, in gathering chorus,
Peal out the watchword of courage and love!

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Take up the battle cry all along the line;
You shall gain the victory, victory divine,
With your Commander nigh, foes in vain combine;
Raise aloft the banner, let it bear the sign.

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“All the world for Jesus,” let the chorus ring;
“All the world for Jesus,” crown Him King;
“All the world for Jesus,” let the watchword be
“Forward go in Jesus’ Name to victory.”

Truth’s armor you may claim, faith will be your shield;
Fighting on in Jesus’ Name, mighty power you wield;
Glory for God your aim, naught can make you yield;
Shout aloud the triumph sure to be revealed.

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Soldiers, with courage go, go forsaking all;
Onward, then, to meet the foe, soon the foe shall fall;
Send mighty blow on blow—let no fear appall;
In the Name of Jesus, sound afar the call.

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Arm these Thy soldiers, mighty Lord,
With shield of faith and Spirit’s sword.
Forth to the battle may they go
And boldly fight against the foe.

With banner of the cross unfurled,
They overcome the evil world
And so at last receive from Thee
The palm and crown of victory.

Come, ever blessèd Spirit, come
And make Thy servants’ heart Thy home.
May each a living temple be
Hallowed forever, Lord, to Thee.

Enrich that temple’s holy shrine
With sevenfold gifts of grace divine;
With wisdom, light, and knowledge bless,
With counsel, strength, and godliness.

O Trinity in Unity,
One only God in Persons Three,
In Whom, through Whom, by Whom, we live,
To Thee we praise and glory give.

Oh, grant us so to use Thy grace
That we may see Thy glorious face
And ever with the heavenly host
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost!

Awake! for the trumpet is sounding!
Awake to its call, and obey!
The voice of our Leader cries, “Onward!”
Oh, let us no longer delay!

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No truce while the foe is unconquered;
No laying the armor down!
No peace till the battle is ended,
And victory wins the crown!

Then gird on the sword of the Spirit,
With helmet, and breastplate, and shield;
And valiantly follow your Captain,
Determined you never will yield!

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Then forward! O army of Zion,
With hearts that are loyal and brave!
Stand firm by the Cross and its banner;
And rest in the “Mighty to save”!

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Christian, dost thou see them on the holy ground,
How the powers of darkness rage thy steps around?
Christian, up and smite them, counting gain but loss,
In the strength that cometh by the holy cross.

Christian, dost thou feel them, how they work within,
Striving, tempting, luring, goading into sin?
Christian, never tremble; never be downcast;
Gird thee for the battle, watch and pray and fast.

Christian, dost thou hear them, how they speak thee fair?
“Always fast and vigil? Always watch and prayer?”
Christian, answer boldly: “While I breathe I pray!”
Peace shall follow battle, night shall end in day.

“Well I know thy trouble, O my servant true;
Thou art very weary, I was weary, too;
But that toil shall make thee some day all Mine own,
At the end of sorrow shall be near my throne.”

O Christians, leagued together to battle for the right
Arise and don your armor, put the foe to flight!
We’ve given our allegiance to serve without surcease
The mighty Lord of armies and gentle Prince of Peace.

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All hail, our glorious Savior!
We march where Thou hast trod,
To seek Thy house of triumph,
The city of our God.

Then ‘onward’ be the war cry; and onward still, so long
As we have self to conquer, souls to cheer with song.
Let sound the martial music, ring out the bugle call
To rally for the conflict our people one and all.

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We proudly bear as banner a cross within the heart,
To show that we have chosen Christ, the better part.
Then joy and peace and comfort shall blossom as a rose,
Until our earthly blessings the worth of heaven disclose.

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O when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with Him above,
And from that flowing fountain
Drink everlasting love!
When shall I be delivered
From this vain world of sin,
And with my blessèd Jesus
Drink endless pleasures in?

But now I am a soldier;
My Captain’s gone before.
He’s given me my orders,
And bids me not give o’er;
And, if I hold out faithful,
A crown of life He’ll give;
And all His valiant soldiers
Shall ever with Him live.

Through grace I am determined
To conquer, though I die;
And then away to Jesus
On wings of love I’ll fly.
Farewell to sin and sorrow,
I bid you all adieu;
Then, O my friends, prove faithful,
And on your way pursue.

Whene’er you meet with troubles
And trials on your way,
O cast your care on Jesus,
And don’t forget to pray:
Gird on the heav’nly armor
Of faith and hope and love;
And when the combat’s ended,
You’ll reign with Him above.

Soldiers of the cross, arise!
Lo! your Leader from the skies
Waves before you glory’s prize,
The prize of victory.
Seize your armor, gird it on;
Now the battle will be won;
See, the strife will soon be done;
Then struggle manfully.

Jesus conquered when He fell,
Met and vanquished earth and hell
Now He leads you on to swell
The triumphs of His cross.
Though all earth and hell appear,
Who will doubt, or who can fear?
God, our strength and shield, is near;
We cannot lose our cause.

Onward, then, ye hosts of God!
Jesus points the victor’s rod;
Follow where your Leader trod;
You soon shall see His face.
Soon, your enemies all slain,
Crowns of glory you shall gain;
Soon you’ll join that glorious train
Who shout their Savior’s Name.

To arms! To arms! ye soldiers,
The trumpet call obey!
Arise from dreary slumbers
To watch, and fight, and pray.

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To arms! to arms! ye soldiers,
The trumpet call obey!
With Jesus as our Leader,
We’re sure to win the day.

’Tis not to rest, or banquet,
Or proud parade we go;
The fight of faith is fiercer,
Than worldly warriors know.

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Against the powers of darkness
With fearful craft and rage,
Our heavenly Captain calls us
Incessant war to wage.

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We’ll bless Thee for the battle,
We’ll glory in the strife;
We’ll shout at call of trumpet,
We’ll win eternal life.

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Stand, soldier of the cross,
Thy high allegiance claim,
And vow to hold the world but loss
For thy Redeemer’s Name.

Arise, and be baptized,
And wash thy sins away;
Thy league with God be solemnized,
Thy faith avouched today.

No more thine own, but Christ’s,
With all the saints of old,
Apostles, seers, evangelists,
And martyr throngs enrolled.

In God’s whole armor strong,
Front hell’s embattled powers:
The warfare may be sharp and long,
The victory must be ours.

O bright the conqueror’s crown,
The song of triumph sweet,
When faith casts every trophy down
At our great Captain’s feet.

Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears,
And gird the Gospel armor on,
March to the gates of endless joy,
Where thy great Captain-Savior’s gone.

Hell and thy sins resist thy course,
But hell and sin are vanquished foes;
Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross,
And sung the triumph when He rose.

What though the prince of darkness rage,
And waste the fury of his spite,
Eternal chains confine him down
To fiery deeps and endless night.

What though thine inward lusts rebel,
’Tis but a struggling gasp for life;
The weapons of victorious grace
Shall slay thy sins, and end the strife.

Then let my soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heav’nly gate;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glitt’ring robes for conquerors wait.

There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace,
While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader’s praise.