WHEN THE BATTLE’S OVER
1. Am I a soldier of the cross,
A foll’wer of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His name?
Chorus:
And when the battle’s over we shall
wear a crown!
Yes, we shall wear a crown! Yes,
we shall wear a crown!
And when the battle’s over we shall
wear a crown
In the new Jerusalem.
2. Must I be carried to the skies
On flow’ry beds of ease,
While others fought to win the
prize,
And sailed thro’ bloody seas?
3. Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace
To help me on to God?
4. Sure, I must fight if I would reign,
Increase my courage, Lord:
I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy word.