The battle is the Lords! The harvest fields are white How few the reaping hands appear, their strength how slight! Yes victory is sure, we face a vanquished foe Then forward with the risen Christ to battle go! The battle is the Lords! Not ours in strength or skill But His alone, in sovereign grace, to work His will Ours, counting not the cost, unflinching to obey And in His time his holy arm shall win the day The battle is the Lords! the Victor crucified Must with the travail of His soul be satisfied The pow'rs of hell shall fail, and all God's will be done Till every soul whom He has giv'n to Christ be won The battle is the Lord's! Stand still, my soul and view The great salvation of God has wrought revealed for you The, resting in His might lift high His triumph song For pow'r dominion, kingdom, strength to Christ belong. Amen!
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