O =
Church, arise and put your armor on
Hear the call of Christ our =
Captain
For now the weak can say that they are strong
In the =
strength that God has given.
With shield of faith and belt of truth
We’ll stand against the =
devil’s lies;
An army bold whose battle-cry is Love
Reaching out =
to those in darkness.
Our=
call to war to love the captive soul
But to rage against the =
captor
And with the sword that makes the wounded whole
We will =
fight with faith and valor.
When faced with trials on every side
We know the outcome is =
secure
And Christ will have the prize for which He died –
An =
inheritance of nations.
Com=
e see the cross where love and mercy meet
As the Son of God is =
stricken.
Then see His foes lie crushed beneath His feet
For the =
Conqueror has risen.
And as the stone is rolled away
And Christ emerges from the =
grave,
This victory march continues till the day
Every eye and =
heart shall see Him.
So =
Spirit come put strength in every stride
Give grace for every =
hurdle.
That we may run with faith to win the prize
Of a servant, =
good and faithful.
As saints of old still line the way,
Retelling triumphs of His =
grace.
We hear their calls and hunger for the day
When with Christ =
we stand in glory.
~Stuart =
Townend, 2005
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"