Henry Kirke White

(1785-1806 / England)

Oft In Sorrow, Oft In Woe - Poem by Henry Kirke White

Oft in sorrow, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians, onward go;
Fight the fight, maintain the strife,
Strengthened with the bread of life.

Let your drooping hearts be glad;
March in heavenly armour clad;
Fight, nor think the battle long,
Soon shall victory tune your song.

Let not sorrow dim your eye,
Soon shall every tear be dry;
Let not fears your course impede,
Great your strength if great your need.

Onward, then, to glory move,
More than conquerors ye shall prove;
Though opposed by many a foe,
Christian soldiers, onward go.

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    Thinking of Trayvon, and hoping that justice preveils. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 22, 2010

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