Christians, keep your armor bright, Rejoice, give thanks, and sing; In union strong together fight; Hosanna to our King! Come, laud and magnify his name, Nor let his praises cease; His ways are ways of pleasantness And all his paths are peace. CHORUS. O it will be glorious. With crowns and palms victorious, And Jesus reigning over us, When our sad warfare’s o’er. 2 We will not act the coward’s part, But onward all proceed: Our Captain shall his grace impart In every time of need. Great peace have they who love his cause, And on his word rely; From such as keep his holy laws, The enemy will fly. 3 The world and sin may grieve us sore, And rouse our weakest fears; Our march is but a few days more Through this dark vale of tears. Death may assail, and Satan too, With his opposing powers; But let us prove our valor true, The victory is ours. 862 C. M. O Lord, remember me. O thou, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my soul to thee; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, O Lord, remember me. 2 If for thy sake, upon my name Reproach and shame shall be, I’ll hail reproach and welcome shame; O Lord remember me! 3 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble body see; Grant patience, rest and kind relief; O Lord remember me! 4 When, in the solemn hour of death, I wait thy just decree, Be this the prayer of my last breath— O Lord, remember me! 5 And when before thy throne I stand, And lift my soul to thee, Then with the saints at thy right hand, O Lord, remember me! 863 C. M. Endure hardness as a good soldier. 2 Tim. 2:3. 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 Hope’s exulting 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. 864 C. M. Overcoming.