Soldiers Who to Christ Belong

Soldiers who to Christ be­long

Trust ye in His Word

be strong;

For His pro­mis­es are sure

His re­wards for aye en­dure.

His no crowns that pass away

His no palm that sees de­cay

His the joy that shall not fade

His the light that knows no shade.

His the home for spir­its blest

Where He gives them peace­ful rest

Far ab­ove the star­ry skies

In the bliss of para­dise.

Here on earth ye can but clasp

Things that per­ish in the grasp:

Lift your hearts

then

to the skies;

God Him­self shall be your prize.

Praise we now with saints at rest

Father

Son

and Spir­it blest;

For His pro­mis­es are sure

His re­wards shall aye en­dure.