A Choice Collection of Hymns, in which are some never before printed ‎#III

III. A call to the spiritual warfare

1 Christ's trumpet sounds, let saints be arm'd,
The battle is begun;
The hosts of Satan are alarm'd,
The day will soon be won.

2 The glorious captain, Jesus, sends
The heralds of his might;
To search and try who are his friends,
And who will list to fight.

3 The gospel calls for volunteers,
That come with heart and hand;
Where is there one for Christ appears,
Agains the foe to stand?

4 There's bounty money shall be giv'n
To all his soldiers here;
And glorious crowns and joys of heav'n,
When Jesus shall appear.

5 Here's dress, and food, and drink, and arms,
And pay, and vict'ry's sure;
This ev'ry Christian soldier charms,
And makes him war endure.

6 The captain never quits the field,
But fights before his men;
Until his foes are made to yield,
Or fall among the slain.

7 His foes can neither stand nor fly,
When he appears in sight;
But none of those shall ever die,
who in his army fight.

8 Dear Lord, behold I set my name,
A soldier I would be;
Thy gracious promises I claim,
And give myself to thee.

Text Information

• First Line: Christ's trumpet sounds, let saints be arm'd
• Title: A call to the spiritual warfare
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1782

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