R. Halverson
THIS day’s a day of battle;
We walk on alien ground
With many souls in danger
Where deadly foes abound.
There’s many a weary soldier
And many a weeping eye;
O God, we pray, deliver!
Hearken and hear our cry.
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For brethren now in peril,
For visions that are dim,
For serving hearts sore stricken,
O Lord, we pray for them.
We seek their hands to strengthen,
We come to bring them nigh;
O God, we pray, deliver!
Hearken and hear our cry.
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Now lift your voice before Him,
For prayer shall win the day;
The enemy shall be routed;
The Lord’s our strength and stay.
Today’s a day of battle,
And yet the victory’s nigh;
O God, we pray, deliver!
Hearken and hear our cry.
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Prayer is our life-line, brother;
The battle waxeth sore,
And yet our God is near us;
He’ll help us more and more.
For us prayer wins the battle,
Lift up thy prayer on high;
O God, we pray, deliver!
Hearken and hear our cry.
