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| Faith Is The Victory |
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| Encamped along the hills of light, |
| Ye Christian soldiers, rise, |
| And press the battle ere the night |
| Shall veil the glowing skies. |
| Against the foe in vales below |
| Let all our strength be hurled; |
| Faith is the victory, we know, |
| That overcomes the world. |
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| Faith is the victory! |
| Faith is the victory! |
| Oh, glorious victory, |
| That overcomes the world. |
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| His banner over us is love, |
| Our sword the Word of God; |
| We tread the road the saints above |
| With shouts of triumph trod. |
| By faith, they like a whirlwind’s breath, |
| Swept on o’er every field; |
| The faith by which they conquered death |
| Is still our shining shield. |
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| On every hand the foe we find |
| Drawn up in dread array; |
| Let tents of ease be left behind, |
| And onward to the fray. |
| Salvation’s helmet on each head, |
| With truth all girt about, |
| The earth shall tremble ’neath our tread, |
| And echo with our shout. |
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| To him that overcomes the foe, |
| White raiment shall be giv’n; |
| Before the angels he shall know |
| His name confessed in heav’n. |
| Then onward from the hills of light, |
| Our hearts with love aflame, |
| We’ll vanquish all the hosts of night, |
| In Jesus’ conqu’ring name. |
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