Strike Our Tents

Strike our tents

the night is ov­er!

See

the sha­dows one by one

Fade be­fore the com­ing splen­dor

Of the morn­ing’s gold­en sun.

Strike our tents! the trum­pet sound­ing

Bids us now our march be­gin;

Strike our tents! the bat­tle rag­es!

There’s a vic­to­ry we must win.

Strike our tents! no time to lin­ger

When the foe is on our track;

Holy voic­es now are call­ing

Follow Je­sus; look not back.

Strike our tents

nor heed the ar­rows

By the wa­ry tempt­er hurled;

Trust in Him

our great De­liv­er­er

He who ov­er­came the world.

Ne’er des­ert our post of du­ty

Till the strife of war is done;

Then in realms of end­less glo­ry

Shout thro’ Christ the vic­to­ry won.