Soldiers of Christ

We, Thy soldiers, five in count, Charge onto the battle field, Lambs, like are amidst the hounds, March we, victory to yield. Dangers, moils and toils are much, Yet, we step a foot of faith, Have we nothing but Thy touch That changeth hearts, with love to bathe. Our existence matters not Thou doth dwell within our souls, What, our skills, are to, but rot? When powers, true, Thy hands doth hold. So, as Thou art with us, and Thy words become our sword and spear, Fearlessly, we, hand-in-hand Shall fight and conquer victory dear. So now this moment, Lord, we pray Chargeth we with no delay, Send Thy presence, strength and power To guide us through this darkened way.