The Sword of the Lord

It was mid­night in the val­ley

And the camp was dark and still

Where the slum­ber­ing host of Mi­di­an

Lay along the slop­ing hill

When a blind­ing flash of torch­es

And a trum­pet loud and shrill

Threw out the bat­tle cry:

Blow ye the trum­pet

For the Lord hath made us free;

Your blaz­ing lamps raise high!

The sword of the Lord and of Gi­de­on

shall be

Our con­quer­ing bat­tle cry.

Where the faint and fear­ful thou­sands

Had re­turned at God’s com­mand

By the chos­en few of faith­ful

Victory came to Gi­de­on’s band;

Hear them giv­ing God the glo­ry

And around the camp they stand

And shout their bat­tle cry:

Christian sol­diers

be not fear­ful;

Onward with your cap­tain go;

Ever look­ing un­to Je­sus

You shall con­quer ev­ery foe;

He hath tri­umphed—take your trum­pets

Let the world your vic­to­ry know;

Sing loud your bat­tle cry: