Brethren, While We Sojourn Here

Brethren

while we so­journ here

Fight we must

but should not fear;

Foes we have

but we’ve a friend

One that loves us to the end.

Forward then with cour­age go

Long we shall not dwell be­low;

Soon the joy­ful news will come

Child

your Fa­ther calls—Come home!

In the way a thou­sand snares

Lie

to take us un­aw­ares;

Satan

with ma­li­cious art

Watches each un­guard­ed part:

But

from Sa­tan’s ma­lice free

Saints shall soon vic­tor­ious be;

Soon the joy­ful news will come

Child

your Fa­ther calls—Come home!

But

of all the foes we meet

None so oft mis­lead our feet

None be­tray us in­to sin

Like the foes that dwell with­in.

Yet let no­thing spoil your peace

Christ will also con­quer these;

Then the joy­ful news will come

Child

your Fa­ther calls—Come home!