J. H. Yates

C.M.D.Ref.

ENCAMPED along the hills of light,

Ye Christian soldiers, rise,

And press the battle ere the night

Shall veil the glowing skies.

Against the foe in vales below

Let all our strength be hurled;

Faith is the victory, we know,

That overcomes the world.

Faith is the victory!

Faith is the victory!

O, glorious victory,

That overcomes the world.

2

His banner over us is love,

Our sword the Word of God;

We tread the road the saints above

With shouts of triumph trod.

By faith they, like a whirlwind’s breath,

Swept on o’er every field;

The faith by which they conquered death

Is still our shining shield.

3

On every hand the foe we find

Drawn up in dread array;

Let tents of ease be left behind,

And onward to the fray;

Salvation’s helmet on each head,

With truth all girt about,

The earth shall tremble ’neath our tread,

And echo with our shout.

4

To him that overcomes the foe,

White raiment shall be given;

Before the angels he shall know

His name confessed in heaven.

Then onward from the hills of light,

Our hearts with love aflame,

We’ll vanquish all the hosts of night,

In Jesus’ conquering name.