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 ?

In The Name, The Precious Name,
Of Him Who Died For Me.
Through Grace I’ll Win The Promised Crown
Whatever My Cross May Be.

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 !

Since I Must Fight If I Would Reign,
Increase My Courage, Lord !
I’ll Bear The Toil, Endure The Pain,
Supported By Thy Word.