Fight the good fight with all thy might; Christ is thy Strength and Christ thy Right. Lay hold on life, and it shall be Thy joy and crown eternally. 2. Run the straight race through God’s good grace, Lift up thine eyes and seek His face; Life with its way before us lies, Christ is the Path and Christ the Prize. 3. Cast care aside; upon thy Guide Lean, and His mercy will provide; Lean, and the trusting soul shall prove Christ is its Life and Christ its Love. 4. Faint not, nor fear, His arms are near; He changeth not, and thou art dear; Only believe, and thou shalt see That Christ is all in all to thee. J. S. B. Monsell, 1863. 377 7, 6, 8 l Stand up!—stand up for Jesus! Ye soldiers of the Cross; Lift high His royal banner, It must not suffer loss. From victory unto victory His army shall He lead, Till every foe is vanquished And Christ is Lord indeed. 2. Stand up!—stand up for Jesus! The trumpet call obey; Forth to the mighty conflict In this His glorious day. Ye that are men, now serve Him Against unnumbered foes; Let courage rise with danger And strength to strength oppose. 3. Stand up!—stand up for Jesus! Stand in His strength alone; The arm of flesh will fail you, Ye dare not trust your own. Put on the Gospel armor, Each piece put on with prayer; Where duty calls or danger, Be never wanting there. 4. Stand up!—stand up for Jesus! The strife will not be long; This day the noise of battle, The next, the victor’s song. To him that overcometh, A crown of life shall be; He with the King of Glory Shall reign eternally. G. Duffield, 1858. 378 C. M. Am I a soldier of the Cross, A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own His cause Or blush to speak His name? 2. Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease While others fought to win the prize And sailed through bloody seas? 3. Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God? 4. Sure I must fight if I would reign; Increase my courage, Lord! I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by Thy Word. 5. Thy saints, in all this glorious war, Shall conquer, though they die; They see the triumph from afar With faith’s discerning eye. 6. When that illustrious day shall rise And all Thine armies shine In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall be Thine.