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The Army of the Lord

Author: Fanny J. Crosby Hymnal: Joyful Sound #13 (1889) Hymnal Title: Joyful Sound First Line: Behold the army of the Lord Refrain First Line: There is no place for coward hearts Lyrics: How bright its host appears; Its ranks are marshalled, ev’ry one, And filled with volunteers. Refrain: There is no place for coward hearts, Who from their colors fly; The gospel calls for loyal ones Who do not fear to die. 2 The trump of war is sounding now, Its signal well we know; It bids the soldiers of the cross Take arms against the foe. [Refrain] 3 The battle storm may do its worst, Our ardor still shall rise; We’ll never lay our armor down Till faith presents the prize. [Refrain] 4 And when by grace our vict’ry won, Like stars in heaven we shine, We’ll shout and sing thro’ endless years, The praise, O Lord, be thine. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: [Behold the army of the Lord]
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The Army of the Lord

Author: Fanny J. Crosby Hymnal: Sacred Trio #191 (1889) Hymnal Title: Sacred Trio First Line: Behold the army of the Lord Refrain First Line: There is no place for coward hearts Tune Title: [Behold the army of the Lord]
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The Army Of The Lord

Author: Fanny Crosby Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14151 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal First Line: Behold the army of the Lord Refrain First Line: There is no place for coward hearts Lyrics: 1 Behold the army of the Lord, How bright its host appears; Its ranks are marshalled, every one, And filled with volunteers. Refrain: There is no place for coward hearts, Who from their colors fly; The Gospel calls for loyal ones Who do not fear to die. 2 The trump of war is sounding now, Its signal well we know; It bids the soldiers of the cross Take arms against the foe. [Refrain] 3 The battle storm may do its worst, Our ardor still shall rise; We’ll never lay our armor down, Till faith presents the prize. [Refrain] 4 And when by grace our vict’ry won, Like stars in Heav’n we shine; We’ll shout and sing thro’ endless years, The praise, O Lord, be Thine. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: MONTPELLIER

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