Hold the Fort!

Roman Fort

 “Seeing then that we have a great High Priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession.” Hebrews 4:14

 “Hold fast the pattern of sound words which you have heard from me, in faith and love which are in Christ Jesus.” 2 Timothy 1:13


Hold the Fort

by Philip P. Bliss  *


1 Ho! my comrades, see the signal,

Waving in the sky!

Reinforcements now appearing,

Victory is nigh!



“Hold the fort, for I am coming,”

Jesus signals still,

Wave the answer back to Heaven,

“By Thy grace we will.”


2 See the mighty host advancing,

Satan leading on;

Mighty men around us falling,

Courage almost gone. [Refrain]


3 See the glorious banner waving,

Hear the bugle blow;

In our Leader’s Name we triumph

Over every foe. [Refrain]


4 Fierce and long the battle rages,

But our help is near;

Onward comes our great Commander,

Cheer, my comrades, cheer! [Refrain]


* Philip P. Bliss (P.P. Bliss) (1838 – 1876) left home as a young boy to make a living by working on farms and in lumber camps, all while trying to continue his schooling. He was converted at a revival meeting at age twelve. His first song was published in 1864, and in 1868 Dwight L. Moody advised him to become a singing evangelist. For the last two years of his life Bliss led the music at revival meetings in the Midwest and Southern United States. Bliss and Ira Sankey published a popular series of hymn collections entitled Gospel Hymns. The first book of the series, Gospel Songs, was published in 1874. Bliss’s tragic death at the age of thirty-eight happened near the end of 1876 when a train wreck en route to sing for the evangelistic services at Dwight L. Moody’s Tabernacle claimed his life and that of his wife.

Arise Ye Soldiers of the Cross – To Arms!

Shields and swords

above all, taking the shield of faith with which you will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God Ephesians 6:16-17

Arise Ye Soldiers of the Cross – To Arms!

by Hieronymus Annoni *


Arise, ye soldiers of the cross,

To battle for your Lord!

No slothful soul can ever wield

His strong, triumphant sword.

His banner floats on high;

Clear sounds the battle cry;

With Him who died to make us free

We march to victory!


Be strong, then in your Lord and King,

Put on God’s armor whole;

Be steadfast in the evil day

With true and righteous soul.

Take up the shield of faith,

And, valiant unto death,

Quench Satan’s every fiery dart;

Your Lord will strength impart.


With Thee, our captain and our king,

We need not fear the fight;

If Thou dost rule each thought and deed,

We conquer by Thy might.

Make strong each heart and bold,

Nor let our love grow cold;

Thy faithful soldiers we would be

And share Thy victory.


* Hieronymus Annoni (1697–1770) Annoni’s ancestors fled the Italian valley of the Tanaro in Piedmont, south of Milan, for religious reasons. After studying theology at the University of Basel, he became a tutor in Schaffhausen. He traveled through Switzerland (1729, 1730–31), Germany (1732–33, 1736) and Holland (1736), where he met leading Pietists. He became pastor in Waldenburg in 1740, and in Muttenz in 1747.

Awake, Ye Soldiers

Roman Trumpets “above all, taking the shield of faith with which you will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God Ephesians 6:16-17



Awake, Ye Soldiers

by Robert Lowry *


Awake, ye soldiers of the Lord,

With shield of faith and Gospel sword,

The trumpet echoes from afar,

And Zion shakes with sound of war.




Awake! awake! the call obey;

Awake! awake! and march away;

With sturdy blow beat down the foe,

For truth will win the day.


The hosts of sin in dark array,

With haughty front await the fray;

Close up the ranks with sacred glee,

The Lord will give the victory.




Unfurl the banner; lift it high;

Take up the march with battle cry;

Draw out the blade, ye sons of light,

And put the alien foe to flight.




And still the battle rages on,

From morn till night, from dark till dawn;

But God’s elect, to glory sealed,

Will spoil the foe and keep the field.




Robert Lowry (1826–1899) Lowry at­tend­ed the Un­i­ver­si­ty at Lew­is­burg (now Buck­nell Un­i­ver­si­ty), where he be­came a pro­fes­sor of lit­er­a­ture. He was or­dained a Bap­tist min­is­ter and served num­er­ous pas­tor­ates in Pennsylvania, New York, and New Jersey. He al­so helped found the Sixth Av­e­nue Ba­ptist Church in New York Ci­ty. Lowry wrote about 500 Gos­pel tunes, and was a mu­sic ed­it­or at the Big­low & Main pub­lish­ers.