THE WAR ETERNAL
Thestrife of man will ne’er be over,Though all earth’s wars be goneAnd countless soldiers have departedUnto the farther on,—For life’s array must e’er be posingAgainst the wiles of sin,The devil and his mighty legionsWho strive the world to win.Fight on! fight on! ’Tis only valorWhich wins the cov’ted prize;’Tis only love and perfect serviceThat crowns us in the skies.Within the distance arms are clashingAnd fresh blood mars the sod,—’Tis but the war of good and evilOn battlefields of God.Oh, there is comfort in the struggle,For Christ’s our aide-de-camp;With hosts of God’s own saints and angels,We battle not alone.Go press amidst the foremost legionWhich marches on before;Go draw thy sword against the evil one;Prove thou a victor in the war!
Thestrife of man will ne’er be over,Though all earth’s wars be goneAnd countless soldiers have departedUnto the farther on,—For life’s array must e’er be posingAgainst the wiles of sin,The devil and his mighty legionsWho strive the world to win.Fight on! fight on! ’Tis only valorWhich wins the cov’ted prize;’Tis only love and perfect serviceThat crowns us in the skies.Within the distance arms are clashingAnd fresh blood mars the sod,—’Tis but the war of good and evilOn battlefields of God.Oh, there is comfort in the struggle,For Christ’s our aide-de-camp;With hosts of God’s own saints and angels,We battle not alone.Go press amidst the foremost legionWhich marches on before;Go draw thy sword against the evil one;Prove thou a victor in the war!
Thestrife of man will ne’er be over,Though all earth’s wars be goneAnd countless soldiers have departedUnto the farther on,—For life’s array must e’er be posingAgainst the wiles of sin,The devil and his mighty legionsWho strive the world to win.
Thestrife of man will ne’er be over,
Though all earth’s wars be gone
And countless soldiers have departed
Unto the farther on,—
For life’s array must e’er be posing
Against the wiles of sin,
The devil and his mighty legions
Who strive the world to win.
Fight on! fight on! ’Tis only valorWhich wins the cov’ted prize;’Tis only love and perfect serviceThat crowns us in the skies.Within the distance arms are clashingAnd fresh blood mars the sod,—’Tis but the war of good and evilOn battlefields of God.
Fight on! fight on! ’Tis only valor
Which wins the cov’ted prize;
’Tis only love and perfect service
That crowns us in the skies.
Within the distance arms are clashing
And fresh blood mars the sod,—
’Tis but the war of good and evil
On battlefields of God.
Oh, there is comfort in the struggle,For Christ’s our aide-de-camp;With hosts of God’s own saints and angels,We battle not alone.Go press amidst the foremost legionWhich marches on before;Go draw thy sword against the evil one;Prove thou a victor in the war!
Oh, there is comfort in the struggle,
For Christ’s our aide-de-camp;
With hosts of God’s own saints and angels,
We battle not alone.
Go press amidst the foremost legion
Which marches on before;
Go draw thy sword against the evil one;
Prove thou a victor in the war!