When the Battle’s Over

Am I a sol­dier of the cross

A fol­low­er of the Lamb

And shall I fear to own His cause

Or blush to speak His name?

And when the bat­tle’s ov­er

We shall wear a crown!

Yes

we shall wear a crown!

Yes

we shall wear a crown!

And when the bat­tle’s ov­er

We shall wear a crown

In the new Je­ru­sa­lem

Wear a crown (wear a crown)

Wear a crown (wear a crown)

Wear a bright and shin­ing crown;

And when the batt­le’s ov­er

We shall wear a crown

In the new Je­ru­sa­lem.

Must I be car­ried to the skies

On flow­ery beds of ease

While oth­ers fought to win the prize

And sailed through bloody seas?

Are there no foes for me to face?

Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace

To help me on to God?