THE battle grows fiercer, O soldier;
The by-paths are filled with our foes;
Our Captain is bidding each soldier
"Make a rush" and be in at the close.
The armor is waiting—behold it!
The names are now being enrolled
Of those who will fight for King Jesus—
The children, the youth, and the old.
Fear not for your weakness, O soldier,
Nor pitfalls and snares on the road;
An angel will journey beside you;
The Captain will carry your load.
As with sword and with shield and with helmet,
We fight for the One we adore,
The ranks of the foe will be scattered
Like a ship in the hurricane's roar.
Think not of the needs of the journey;
"My God" all "in glory" bestows;
Press in, for all heaven is waiting
For those who are in at the close.
FLORA E. WARREN.