We Are Living, We Are Dwelling

1We are living, we are dwelling,
In a grand and awful time,
In an age on ages telling
To be living is sublime.
Hark! the waking up of nations,
Gog and Magog to the fray;
Hark! what soundeth? Is creation
Groaning for her latter day?

2Christian, rouse and arm for conflict,
Nerve thee for the battlefield;
Bear the helmet of salvation,
And the mighty gospel shield;
Let the breast-plate, peace, be on thee,
Take the Spirit's sword in hand;
Boldly fly, fear-less go forth then,
In Jehovah's strength to stand.

3And the prince of evil spirits,
Great deceiver of the world!
He who at the cross-ed Jesus
Oncehis deadly weapons hurled,
Come alone, who thus is faithful,
Knowing that his reign will cease;
When the kingdom shall be given
To the mighty Prince of Peace.

4Christian, rouse! fight in this warfare,
Cease not till the victory's won;
Till your Captain loud proclaim eth,
"Servant of the Lord, well done!"
Hark! the promise, in the kingdom
Hath an eternity to spend.
Who abideth to the end.