The Warfare Of Life

Every soul must face the conflict,
On the one-way road to home.
How to fight the battle bravely,
We must learn as we go on.
The Commander is so anxious
Watching from the other shore;
And his weapons are not carnal,
That we use to win the war.

Bravely fighting, Christian soldier,
As you join the faithful band;
Seperated from all others--
Marching t'ward the Promised Land.
Persecuted--not defented--
We shall never compromise.
Striving, ever pressing onward,
"Till, at last, we hold the prize.

Youth must face an early struggle,
With the demon, Fleshly lust;
Popularity's temptation--
We'll defeat them, yea, we must!
Fading fads and foolish fashions
Find no place in honest heart;
Conquoring, again to conquor,
Failing not to do our part.

Middle age has come so swiftly,
With its busy business race
Comes the flagrant of all passions;
Pride of power, Pride of place,
Oh our Father, help me quickly;
Enemies have come with stealth,
Offering, with a place of power,
The deceitfulness of wealth.

Suddenly, Old Age overtakes us;
The severest test of all;
Weakened in the mind and body,
It is now we win or fall.
Oft forgotten, always lonely;
Darkness deepens--Death is near.
"Saviour, hear my heart's last pleading,
"Let me know that Thou art here."

"Warrior brave, I hear you calling,
"And I will not stay my hand.
"I'll go to, yea, through death with you,
"Lead you into Beulah Land.
"No more tears and no more sorrow,
"No more death, nor pain to stand,
"Well done, thou good and faithful servant,
"Welcome to the Promised Land."