![Text Text](https://hymnary.org/sites/hymnary.org/themes/newhymn/icons/20x20/page-text.png)
Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 43 hymnals First Line: Hark, ’tis our heav’nly leader’s voice Lyrics: 1 Hark, ’tis our heav’nly leader’s voice
From His triumphant seat:
’Midst all the war’s tumultuous noise,
How powerful, and how sweet!
2 "Fight on, My faithful band," He cries,
“Nor fear the mortal blow;
Who first in such a warfare dies
Shall speediest victory know.
3 "I have My days of combat known,
And in the dust was laid,
But thence I mounted to My throne,
And glory crowns My head.
4 "That throne, that glory you shall share;
My hands the crown shall give;
And you the sparkling honors wear,
While God Himself shall live."
5 Lord, ’tis enough; our bosoms glow
With courage, and with love:
Thine hand shall bear Thy soldiers thro’,
And raise their heads above.
6 My soul, while deaths beset me round,
Erects her ardent eyes,
And longs, thro’ some illustrious wound,
To rush and seize the prize. Used With Tune: LAMBETH Text Sources: Published posthumously in Hymns Founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scriptures, by Job Orton (J. Eddowes and J. Cotton, 1755)
Hark, 'Tis Our Heav'nly Leader's Voice