In The Army Of The Lord

Light is the yoke light is the plough
Sweet is The Morning Dew
One of millions standing tall now
One of Jesus’ chosen few

Who’d imagine my salvation?
To this world I’m dead and gone
What sweet love what sweet sensation
Praise The Lord God’s only Son

Juices flowing, heart a pounding
Oh my God its such a thrill
Deep inside the trumpet’s sounding
Heralding Your perfect will

I’m plucked from fire, Heaven bound
Washed in blood born of Light
And though the foe is all around
God’s equipped me for the fight

What an honour serving Jesus
How much glory Christ I’ll bring?
Though the devil tries to seize us
Victory’s song I’ll surely sing

Storms withstanding mountains scaling
Rivers wide and oceans deep
Standard flying faith unfailing
Bless the harvest soon I’ll reap

What was life before You came Lord?
Aching dread festooned each day
But now with shield, with trusted sword
I’ll fight the fight Jesus’ way

Unafraid of life’s tomorrows
Unafraid of Satan’s hoard
What care I of petty sorrows
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