Classic Poem

In the strength of Christ our Redeemer,
We march to the battle field,
With the sword of truth and salvation,
Determined the foe shall yield
Tho' the way be long, our endeavor
Shall be “in his name” alone;
For his pow'r is strong to deliver,
Is strong to reclaim his own
Sin and wrong shall flee at his presence,
And darkness shall fade away
The millennial morn is appearing,
Praise God for the glorious day.

We're marching, we're marching;
Our song shall be, “Christ died … for me
Our song shall be, “Christ died for me,”
All glory be to his name.
We're marching on, we're marching on;
Christ died for … me,”