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Encamped along the hills of light, |
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Ye Christian soldiers, rise. |
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And press the battle ere the night |
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Shall veil the glowing skies. |
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Against the foe in vales below |
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Let all our strength be hurled. |
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Faith is the victory, we know, |
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That overcomes the world. |
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Faith is the victory! Faith
is the victory! |
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O glorious victory, that overcomes
the world. |
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His banner over us is love, |
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Our sword the Word of God. |
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We tread the road the saints above |
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With shouts of triumph trod. |
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By faith, they like a whirlwind’s breath, |
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Swept on o’er every field. |
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The faith by which they conquered death |
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Is still our shining shield. |
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On every hand the foe we find |
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Drawn up in dread array. |
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Let tents of ease be left behind, |
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And onward to the fray. |
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Salvation’s helmet on each head, |
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With truth all girt about, |
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The earth shall tremble ’neath our tread, |
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And echo with our shout. |
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To him that overcomes the foe, |
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White raiment shall be giv’n. |
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Before the angels he shall know |
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His name confessed in Heav’n. |
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Then onward from the hill of light, |
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Our hearts with love aflame, |
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We’ll vanquish all the hosts of night, |
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In Jesus’ conqu’ring Name. |
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