1 Am I a soldier of the cross, a follower of the Lamb, and shall I fear to own his cause, or blush to speak his name? 2 Must I be carried to the skies on flowery beds of ease, while others fought to win the prize, and sailed through bloody seas? 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vile world a friend to grace, to help me on to God? 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; increase my courage, Lord I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain, supported by thy word 5 Thy saints in all this glorious war shall conquer though they die; they see the triumph from afar, by faith they bring it nigh 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, and all thy armies shine in robes of victory through the skies, the glory shall be thine