Author Unknown

7.7.7.7.D.

BRETHREN, while we sojourn here,

Fight we must, but should not fear;

Foes we have, but we’ve a Friend,

One that loves us to the end.

Forward, then, with courage go;

Long we shall not dwell below;

Soon the joyful news will come,

“Child, your Father calls, come home!”

2

In the way a thousand snares

Lie, to take us unawares;

Satan, with malicious art,

Watches each unguarded part;

But, from Satan’s malice free,

Saints shall soon victorious be;

Soon the joyful news will come,

“Child, your Father calls, come home!”

3

But of all the foes we meet,

None so oft mislead our feet,

None betray us into sin,

Like the foes that dwell within;

Yet let nothing spoil our peace,

Christ shall also conquer these;

Soon the joyful news will come,

“Child, your Father calls, come home!”