ONWARD CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS

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Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,

With the cross of Jesus going on before.

Christ, the royal Master, leads against the foe;

Forward into battle see his banners go!

Chorus

Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,

with the cross of Jesus going on before. 

2:

Like a mighty army moves the church of God;

Brothers, we are treading where the saints have trod.

We are not divided, all one body we,

One in hope and doctrine, one in charity. 

3:

Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane,

But the church of Jesus constant will remain.

Gates of hell can never gainst that church prevail;

We have Christ's own promise, and that cannot fail. 

4:

Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng,

Blend with ours your voices in the triumph song.

Glory, laud, and honor unto Christ the King,

This through countless ages men and angels sing.

THE CHURCH'S ONE FOUNDATION

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1:

The church's one foundation

Is Jesus Christ her Lord;

She is his new creation

By water and the Word.

From heaven he came and sought her

To be his holy bride;

With his own blood he bought her,

And for her life he died. 

2:

Elect from ev'ry nation,

Yet one o'er all the earth;

Her charter of salvation,

One Lord, one faith, one birth;

One holy name she blesses,

Partakes one holy food,

And to one hope she presses,

With every grace endued. 

3:

Though with a scornful wonder

We see her sore oppressed,

By schisms rent asunder,

By heresies distressed,

Yet saints their watch are keeping;

Their cry goes up, "How long?"

And soon the night of weeping

Shall be the morn of song. 

4:

'Mid toil and tribulation,

And tumult of her war,

She waits the consummation

Of peace forevermore;

Till, with the vision glorious,

Her longing eyes are blest,

And the great church victorious

Shall be the church at rest.

JESUS CALLS US O'ER THE TUMULT

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1:

Jesus calls us o'er the tumult

Of our life's wild, restless sea;

Day by day his sweet voice soundeth,

Saying, "Christian, follow Me!" 

2:

Jesus calls us from the worship

Of the vain world's golden store,

From each idol that would keep us,

Saying, "Christian, love Me more!" 

3:

In our joys and in our sorrows,

Days of toil and hours of ease,

Still he calls, in cares and pleasures,

"Christian, love me more than these!" 

4:

Jesus calls us! By Thy mercies,

Savior, may we hear Thy call,

Give our hearts to thine obedience,

Serve and love thee best of all.