Sleep not, soldier of the cross
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Sleep not, soldier of the cross;Foes are lurking all around:Look not here to find repose;This is but thy battle ground.
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Up, and take thy shield and sword;Up, it is the call of Heaven;Shrink not faithless from thy Lord,Nobly strive as he hath striven.
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Break through all the force of ill,Tread the might of passion down,Struggle onward, onward still,To the conquering Saviour's crown.
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Through the midst of toil and pain,Let this thought ne'er leave thy breast,—Every triumph thou dost gainMakes more sweet thy coming rest.