We are living, we are dwelling
Author: Arthur C. Coxe
We are living, we are dwelling, in a grand and awful time,
In an age on ages telling; to be living is sublime.
Hark! the waking up of nations, Gog and Magog to the fray;
Hark! what soundeth is creation's groaning for the latter day.
Christian rouse and arm for conflict, nerve thee for the battlefield;
Bear the helmet of salvation, and the mighty gospel shield;
Let the breastplate, peace be on thee, take the Spirit's sword in hand;
Boldly, fearlessly, go forth then, in Jehovah's strength to stand.
And the prince of evil spirits, great deceiver of the world!
He who at the blessed Jesus once his deadly weapons hurled,
Cometh with unwonted power, knowing that his reign will cease
When the kingdom shall be given to the mighty Prince of peace.
Will ye play, then? will ye dally far behind the battle line?
Up! it is Jehovah's rally; God's own arm hath need of thine.
Worlds are charging, heaven beholding; thou hast but an hour to fight;
Now, the blazoned cross unfolding, on, right onward for the right!
Sworn to yield, to waver, never; consecrated, born again;
Sworn to be Christ's soldiers ever, O for Christ at least be men!
O let all the soul within you for the truth's sake go abroad!
Strike! let every nerve and sinew tell on ages, tell for God.
Christian, rouse! fight in this warfare, cease not till the victory's won,
Till your Captian loud proclaimeth, "Servant of the Lord, well done!"
He, alone, who thus is faithful, who abideth to the end,
Hath the promise, in the kingdom, an eternity to spend.
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