Philippians 1:4

• [Phi 1:4] Christmas Brings Joy To Every Heart

  Christmas brings joy to every heart, Sets old and young rejoicing, What angels sang once to all on earth, Oh, hear the children voicing. Bright is the tree with lights aglow, Like birds that perch together, The child that holdeth Christmas dear Shall keep these joys forever. Joy comes to the all the world today, To halls and cottage hasting, Come, sparrow and dove, from roof tree tall, And share our Christmas feasting. Dance, little child, on mother’s knee, The lovely day is dawning, The road to paradise is found The blessèd Christmas morning. Once to this earth our Savior came, An infant poor and lowly, To open for us those gardens fair Where dwell His angels holy. Christmas joy He bringeth us, The Christ child King of heaven, “To every little child,” He saith, “Shall angel wings be given.”

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Philippians 1:26-27

• [Phi 1:27] Call To Arms Is Sounding, The

  The call to arms is sounding, The foemen muster strong; While saints beneath the altar Are crying, “Lord, how long?” The living and the loving Christ’s royal standard raise, And marching on to conflict Shout forth their Captain’s praise. No time for self-indulgence, For resting by the way; Repose will come at even, But toil is for the day; Work, like the blessèd Jesus, Who from His earliest youth Would do His Father’s business And witness for the truth. For the one Faith, the true Faith, The Faith which cannot fail, For the one Church, the true Church, ’Gainst which no foes prevail; Made one with God incarnate, We in His might must win The glory of self-conquest, Of victory over sin. Behold! upon Mount Sion A glorious people stand, A crown on every forehead, A palm in every hand; Lo! these are they who boldly The Name of Christ confessed, And now triumphant praise Him In Heav’n’s unresting rest. O Jesu! Who art waiting Thy faithful ones to crown, Vouchsafe to bless our conflict, Our loving service own; Come in each heart forever As King adored to reign, Till we with saints triumphant Uplift the victor strain.

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• [Phi 1:27] We Are Soldiers Of Christ

  We are soldiers of Christ, who is mighty to save, And His banner the Cross is unfurled; We are pledged to be faithful and steadfast and brave Against Satan, the flesh, and the world. We are brothers and comrades, we stand side by side, And our faith and our hope are the same; And we think of the Cross on which Jesus has died, When we bear the reproach of His Name. At the font we were marked with the Cross on our brow, Of our grace and our calling the sign; And the weakest is strong to be true to his vow, For the armor we wear is divine. We will watch ready armed if the Tempter draw near, If he comes with a frown or a smile; We will heed not his threats, nor his flatteries hear, Nor be taken by storm or by wile. We will master the flesh, and its longings restrain, We will not be the bond slaves of sin, The pure Spirit of God in our nature shall reign, And our spirits their freedom shall win. For the world’s love we live not, its hate we defy, And we will not be led by the throng; We’ll be true to ourselves, to our Father on high, And the bright world to which we belong. Now let each cheer his comrade, let hearts beat as one, While we follow where Christ leads the way; ’Twere dishonor to yield, or the battle to shun, We will fight, and will watch, and will pray. Though the warfare be weary, the trial be sore, In the might of our God we will stand; Oh! what joy to be crowned and be pure evermore, In the peace of our own Fatherland.

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  source: Cyberhymnal