We Are Soldiers Of The Master

We are soldiers of the Master,
Ever ready sword in hand;
Waiting for our marching orders,
To be sent on service grand.

Waiting for our marching orders,
Ready when the word is given,
Proudly then we hasten forward
For the mighty King of heaven.

In the night may come the summons,
But we murmur not a word;
We obey our marching orders,
For the sake of Christ, our Lord. [Refrain]

Tho’ but death there lies before us,
Bravely still we take our way;
If He gives the marching orders,
We will gladly all obey. [Refrain]