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Hymn: Hark brethren don't you hear the sound (FL)

Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book

Date: 1829

Compiler: B W Stone and T Adams

Publisher/Printer: N L Finnell

First Line: Hark brethren don't you hear the sound

Topic: The Christian Warfare

Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>

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Hymn Number: 149

Page Number: 163, click to see hymnal pages

Lyics

Hark!  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 given,

When from toils of war they cease,

A mansion bright prepar'd in heaven.



Those who long in sin have lain,

And felt the hand of dire oppression,

Are no 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 healed;

Outlaw'd rebels, when they come,

Receive a pardon freely sealed.



The battle is not tot he 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 nor 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 martyrs 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 beheld the crown,

And almost grasp their future portion;

Hark!  The victors singing loud,

Immanuel's chariot wheels 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.