We Are Living, We Are Dwelling

We are liv­ing

we are dwell­ing

In a grand and aw­ful time

In an age on ag­es tell­ing;

To be liv­ing is sub­lime.

Hark! the wak­ing up of na­tions

Gog and Ma­gog to the fray;

Hark! what sound­eth is cre­ation’s

Groaning for the lat­ter day.

Will ye play

then? will ye dal­ly

Far be­hind the bat­tle line?

Up! it is Je­ho­vah’s ral­ly;

God’s own arm hath need of thine.

Worlds are charg­ing

Heav’n be­hold­ing;

Thou hast but an hour to fight;

Now

the bla­zoned cross un­fold­ing

On

right on­ward for the right!

Sworn to yield

to wa­ver

nev­er;

Consecrated

born again;

Sworn to be Christ’s sol­diers ev­er

O for Christ at least be men!

O let all the soul with­in you

For the truth’s sake go abroad!

Strike! let ev­ery nerve and sin­ew

Tell on ag­es

tell for God.