Backward Christian Soldiers
Anonymous
Backward Christian soldiers, Fleeing from the fight, Like a might tortoise, Moves the church of God. Crowns and thrones may perish, Kingdoms rise and wane, Sit here then ye people, Join our sleeping throng. Chorus: With the cross of Jesus, Nearly out of sight.
Christ our rightful master, Stands against the foe;
Onward into battle, we seem afraid to go.
Brothers we are treading, Where we've often trod.
We are much divided, Many bodies we,
Having different doctrines, but not much charity.
But the cross of Jesus Hidden does remain.
Gates of hell should never &ls;gainst the Church prevail,
We have Christ's own promise, but we think it might fail.
Blend with ours, your voices in a feeble song.
Blessings, ease and comfort Ask from Christ the King,
But with our modern thinking, We won't do a thing.
Backward Christian soldiers, Fleeing from the fight,
