A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) ‎#319

319. Struggle

There’s a strife we all must wage,
From life’s entrance to its close;
Blest the bold who dare engage!
Woe for him who seeks repose!

Honored they who firmly stand,
While the conflict presses round;
God’s own banner in their hand,
In his service faithful found.

What our foes? Each thought impure
Passions fierce, that tear the soul;
Every ill that we can cure;
Every crime we can control;

Every suffering which our hand
Can with soothing care assuage;
Every evil of our land;
Every error of our age.

On, then, to the glorious field!
He who dies his life shall save;
God himself shall be our shield,
He shall bless and crown the brave.

Text Information

• First Line: There's a strife we all must wage
• Title: Struggle
• Author: Bulfinch
• Meter: 7s. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1866

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