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Phil.1.27
Versi 1
1
The call to arms is sounding,
The foemen muster strong;
While saints beneath the altar
Are crying, "Lord, how long?"
The living and the loving
Christ‘s royal standard raise,
And marching on to conflict
Shout forth their Captain‘s praise.
2
No time for self-indulgence,
For resting by the way;
Repose will come at even,
But toil is for the day;
Work, like the blessed Jesus,
Who from His earliest youth
Would do His Father‘s business
And witness for the truth.
3
For the one Faith, the true Faith,
The Faith which cannot fail,
For the one Church, the true Church,
‘Gainst which no foes prevail;
Made one with God incarnate,
We in His might must win
The glory of self-conquest,
Of victory over sin.
4
Behold! upon Mount Sion
A glorious people stand,
A crown on every forehead,
A palm in every hand;
Lo! these are they who boldly
The Name of Christ confessed,
And now triumphant praise Him
In Heav‘n‘s unresting rest.
5
O Jesu! Who art waiting
Thy faithful ones to crown,
Vouchsafe to bless our conflict,
Our loving service own;
Come in each heart forever
As King adored to reign,
Till we with saints triumphant
Uplift the victor strain.