Soldiers of Christ (Arlington) 73b

Am I a soldier of the cross,
A foll’wer of the Lamb,
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His name?

Shall I be carried to the skies
On flow’ry 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?