He started up to hear, A mortal arrow pierced his frame : Tranquil amidst alarms, It found him in the field, A veteran slumbering on his arms, At midnight came the cry, He woke, and caught his Captain's eye; Then, strong in faith and prayer, His spirit, with a bound, Burst its encumbering clay; His tent, at sunrise, on the ground, A darken'd ruin lay. The pains of death are past, Labour and sorrow cease, And life's long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. Soldier of Christ! well done; HOME. THERE is a land, of every land the pride, He started up to hear, A mortal arrow pierced his frame : Tranquil amidst alarms, A veteran slumbering on his arms, At midnight came the cry, He woke, and caught his Captain's eye; Then, strong in faith and prayer, His spirit, with a bound, Burst its encumbering clay; His tent, at sunrise, on the ground, A darken'd ruin lay. The pains of death are past, Labour and sorrow cease, And life's long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. Soldier of Christ! well done; HOME. THERE is a land, of every land the pride, |