Recruit for the Army Above

There’s ma­ny a poor lit­tle boy

Whose fa­ther and mo­ther are dead

Whose heart is a strang­er to joy

No home save a ho­vel or shed.

We care not how poor or rich he may be

Go bring him in

sal­va­tion is free;

His soul is a jew­el

whose light by and by

May shine in your crown

like a star in the sky.

Go out in the hedg­es and find

For Je­sus has given the rule

The halt and the maimed and the blind

Go bring them all in­to the school.

Go

bear­ing the en­sign of love

Its glories for­ev­er un­furled

Recruit for the ar­my above

Your war­rant em­brac­es the world.