Church | Conviction | Failure | Faithfulness | Poetry | Service | Spirituality | Warfare | Weakness

Backward Christian soldiers, fleeing from the fight, With the cross of Jesus nearly out of sight: Christ our rightful Master stands against the foe, But forward into battle we are loathe to go. Like a mighty tortoise moves the Church of God; Brothers, we are treading where we’ve often trod, We are much divided, many bodies we, Having different doctrines, not much charity. Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane, But the Church of Jesus hidden does remain; Gates of hell should never ‘gainst that Church prevail, We have Christ’s own promise, but think that it will fail. Sit here, then, ye people, join our useless throngs; Blend with ours your voices in a…

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