The Grave Of Bonaparte

The Grave of Bonaparte
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The children are gath’ring from near and far,
The trumpet is sounding the call for the war
The conflict is raging, ’twill be fearful and long
We’ll gird on the armor, and be marching along

Chorus
Marching along, we are marching along
Gird on the armor and be marching along
The conflict is raging, ’twill be fearful and long
Then wird on the armor and be marching along

The foo is before us in battle array,
But let is not waver nor turn from the way:
The Lord is our strength, be this ever our song
With courage and faith we are marching along
Chorus

We’re listed for life, and will camp on the field,
With Christ as our Captain we never will yield:
The “sword of the Spirit” both trusty and strong,
We’ll hold in our hands as we’re marching along
Chorus

Through conflicts and trials our crowns we must win
For herd we contend ‘rainat temptations and sin:
Hut one thing assures us, we cannot go wrong,
If trusting our Savior while marching along
Chorus