O Church, arise, and put your armour on;
Hear the=
call of Christ our Captain.
For now the weak can say that they are stro=
ng
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 b=
old, 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 fai=
th and valour.
When faced with trials on every side
We know the outco=
me is secure,
And Christ will have the prize for which He died,
An in=
heritance of nations.
Come see the cross, where love and mercy meet,
A=
s 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 t=
he 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 f=
aith to win the prize
Of a servant good and faithful.
As saints of ol=
d 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.
Stuar=
t Townend
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D=
r Bob Griffin
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[email protected] www.grif.net
Continue steadfast=
ly in prayer,
being watchful in it with thanksgiving.