78. TO REV. DR. SPRING, NEW YORK.(notes)Old Soldier of the Son of God, the Lord!For half a cent'ry hast thou kept the field,And never didst thou to the foe yet yield;Thine arms divine, the Spirit and the Word;Truth, faith, and pray'r, these all in sweet accord.Nor have thy wondrous vict'ries been conceal'd;Some to thy Master's glory are reveal'd,E'en now th' achievements of his flaming sword.Be thou, my friend, yet faithful unto death;Then, when the blood-stain'd heroes too must die,And proudest despots yield their fleeting breath,And all shall meet before the throne on high,While justice drives the lost ones down to hell,Thine endless song will just begin to swell!
78. TO REV. DR. SPRING, NEW YORK.(notes)
Old Soldier of the Son of God, the Lord!For half a cent'ry hast thou kept the field,And never didst thou to the foe yet yield;Thine arms divine, the Spirit and the Word;Truth, faith, and pray'r, these all in sweet accord.Nor have thy wondrous vict'ries been conceal'd;Some to thy Master's glory are reveal'd,E'en now th' achievements of his flaming sword.Be thou, my friend, yet faithful unto death;Then, when the blood-stain'd heroes too must die,And proudest despots yield their fleeting breath,And all shall meet before the throne on high,While justice drives the lost ones down to hell,Thine endless song will just begin to swell!
Old Soldier of the Son of God, the Lord!
For half a cent'ry hast thou kept the field,
And never didst thou to the foe yet yield;
Thine arms divine, the Spirit and the Word;
Truth, faith, and pray'r, these all in sweet accord.
Nor have thy wondrous vict'ries been conceal'd;
Some to thy Master's glory are reveal'd,
E'en now th' achievements of his flaming sword.
Be thou, my friend, yet faithful unto death;
Then, when the blood-stain'd heroes too must die,
And proudest despots yield their fleeting breath,
And all shall meet before the throne on high,
While justice drives the lost ones down to hell,
Thine endless song will just begin to swell!