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?
In the name of Christ the King,
Who hath purchas’d life for me,
Thro’ grace I’ll win the promised crown,
Whate’er my cross may be.
Must I be carried to the skies,
On flower beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed thro’ bloody seas?
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?
Since I must fight if I would reign,
Increase my courage, Lord!
I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy word.
Isaac Watts/Ira D. Sankey