Backward Christian Soldiers
Backward Christian Soldiers, fleeing from the fight
With the cross of Jesus nearly out of sight.
Christ, our rightful master, stands against the foe
But forward into battle, we are loathe to go.
Like a
mighty tortoise moves the Church of God
Brothers
we are treading where we always trod
We are much
divided, many bodies are we
Having many doctrines,
not much charity.
Crowns and thorn may perish, kingdoms rise and wane
But the Church of Jesus hidden does remain.
Gates of hell should never against the Church prevail
We have Christ's own promise, but think that is will fail.
Sit here then ye people, join our useless
throng
blend with our your voices in a feeble song.
Blessings, ease and comfort, ask from Christ the King
With our modern thinking, we don't do a thing!
(Anonymous)