When The Battle's Over

And when the battle's over

We shall wear a crown!

Yes, we shall wear a crown!

Yes, we shall wear a crown!

And when the battle's over

We shall wear a crown

In the new Jerusalem.

Wear a crown, wear a crown,

Wear a bright and shining crown,

And when the battle's over

We shall wear a crown

In the new Jerusalem.

Am I a soldier of the cross,

A follower of the Lamb,

And shall I fear to own His cause,

Or blush to speak His name?

Must I be carried to the skies,

On flowery beds of ease,

While others fought to win the prize,

And sailed the bloody seas?

Are there no foes for me to face?

Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,

To help me on to God?

Sure, I must fight if I would reign,

Increase my courage, Lord:

I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,

Supported by Thy Word.

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