O, We Are Volunteers

O

we are vol­un­teers

In the ar­my of the Lord

Forming in­to line at our cap­tain’s word;

We are un­der march­ing or­ders

To take the bat­tle­field

And we’ll ne’er give o’er the fight

Till the foe shall yield.

Come and join the ar­my

The ar­my of the Lord

Jesus is our cap­tain

we ral­ly at His word;

Sharp will be the con­flict

With the pow­ers of sin

But with such a lead­er

we are sure to win.

The glo­ry of our flag

Is the em­blem of the dove

Gleaming are our swords

From the forge of love;

We go forth

but not to bat­tle

For earth­ly honors vain

’Tis a bright im­mor­tal crown

That we seek to gain.

Our foes are in the field

Pressing hard on ev­ery side

Envy

ang­er

hat­red

with self and pride;

They are cru­el

fierce and strong

Ever rea­dy to at­tack

We must watch and fight and pray

If we’d drive them back.

Oh

glo­ri­ous is the strug­gle

In which we draw the sword

Glorious is the king­dom of Christ

our Lord;

It shall spread from sea to sea

It shall reach from shore to shore

And His peo­ple shall be bless­èd

For ev­er­more.