The Crown of Glory

I hear a sweet voice that floats down from ab­ove

It sounds like the voice of a friend that I love;

It bids me watch­ful and faith­ful and bold

For I fight for a crown more pre­cious than gold.

For a crown

for a crown

for a crown I fight

With Christ as my lead­er

my strength and my light;

For a crown

for a crown

for a crown I fight

With Christ as my lead­er

my strength and my light.

It whis­pers

Oh sol­diers! yield not to des­pair

For Je­sus is with you wher­ev­er you are;

His grace will en­able you

sure­ly

to win

In fight­ing the bat­tle with er­ror and sin.

The clouds may sur­round me and dark­en my way

And shut from my bo­som the sun­shine of day;

But Christ in the gloom of the night will ap­pear

And turn into glad­ness my ang­uish and fear.

The foes that as­sail me stand forth in their pride

Within and around me on ev­ery side;

But armed and equipped by my king

I am strong;

And know that

in bat­tle

I’ll van­quish the wrong.

God’s bat­tle will win at the last

I am sure

Though long the great con­flict with sin may en­dure

His pow­er

and jus­tice and love will unite

To bright­en the earth with the tri­umphs of right.