Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1815
Compiler: John Thompson et al
Publisher/Printer: Looker and Wallace
First Line: Hark brethren don't you hear the sound
Topic: The Christian Warefare
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Tune:
Hymn Number: 114
Page Number: 098, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsHark! brethren, don't you hear the sound?
The martial trumpets are now blowing;
Men in orders listing round,
And soldiers to the standard flowing;
Bounty offer'd, joy and peace;
To ev'ry soldier this is giv'n,
When from toils of war they cease,
A mansion bright prepar'd in heaven.
Those who hang in sin have lain,
And felt the hand of dire oppression,
Are now reliev'd from Satan's chain,
And they endow'd with large possession;
The poor, the sick, the blind, the lame
Their maladies are also heal'd;
Outlaw'd rebels, when they come,
Receive a pardon freely seal'd.
The battle is not to the strong;
The burden's on our Captain's shoulder;
None so aged or so young,
But may enlist and be a soldier.
Those who cannot fight or fly,
Beneath his banner find protection;
None who on his name rely,
Shall be reduc'd to base subjection.
You need not fear, the cause is good,
Come, who will to the crown aspire?
In this cause the martyr's bled,
Or shouted victory in the fire.
In this cause let's follow on,
And soon we'll tell the pleasing story,
How, by faith, we gain'd the crown,
And fought our way to life and glory.
The battle, brethren, is begun,
Behold the army now in motion;
Some by faith behold the crown,
And almost grasp their future portion;
Hark! the victors singing loud,
Immanuel's chariot wheets are rumbling;
Mourners weeping thro' the crowd,
And Satan's kingdom down is tumbling.
Hark, ye rebels, come and list,
The officers are now recruiting;
Why will you in sin persist,
Or spend your time in vain disputing?
All your cavils sure are vain,
For if you do not sue for favor;
Down you'll sink to endless pain;
To bear the wrath of God forever.