Sleep Not, Soldier

Sleep not

sol­dier of the cross

Foes are lurk­ing all around;

Look not here to find re­pose;

This is but thy bat­tle­ground.

Sleep not

sol­dier of the cross

Foes are lurk­ing all around;

Look not here to find re­pose;

This is but thy bat­tle­ground.

Up! and take thy shield and sword!

Up! it is the call of Heav’n;

Shrink not faith­less from thy Lord;

Nobly strive

as He hath striv­en.

Break thro’ all the force of ill;

Tread the might of pas­sion down;

Struggling on­ward

on­ward still

To thy con­quer­ing Sav­ior’s crown.

Thro’ the midst of toil and pain

Let this thought ne’er leave thy breast;

Every tri­umph thou dost gain

Makes more sweet thy com­ing rest.