As a soldier, we always protect the border.
All the battle field we go.
God himself can do the other man.
Onward, Christian soldiers, marching on to war.
When I look back at all.
Onward, Christian soldiers, marching on to war.
When I look back, but here it's as a soldier, we have a different patrol.
And keep everything under control.
As a soldier, we have a different patrol.
And keep everything under control.
Because soldiers are brave, soldiers are bold.
Like the men in the days of old.
Play your role, set your goal.
Who are good and when you're dropping a hole.
The middle age, you're young are you old.
Remember that you can protect your soul.
Just send a message, so do as you're told.
And make sure you end up on his payroll.
No battles, no storms.
No bombs, no guns.
There is spiritual weakness.
In hard places.
This is where Onward, Christian soldiers, marching on to war.
Onward, Christian soldiers, marching on to war.
Whenever look back at all, you think a little time, we want the hidden.
Now them men up in a big problem.
Yet it's a little time, we want the hidden.
Now them men up in a big problem, we really hear them.
Which is a protective shield.
Keep we firm upon the battle field and we say who can hear them.
And they must have to finish this temptation.
I a nine and go eight down.
Onward, Christian soldiers, marching on to war.
When I look back at all.
I a nine and go eight down.
Onward, Christian soldiers, marching on to war.
I a nine and go eight down.

We not go look back but hear this, we.
I'm climbing, Jacob's ladder.
Mr. We, I'm climbing, Jacob's ladder.
Mr. We, I'm climbing, Jacob's ladder.
Mr. So there's no far cross.
I keep you safe from left, the wrong.
And I deal with the right, with the wrong.
No posted, inside here tonight.
With the guns and bombs.
Our sword, our knife
As a soldier, you have to protect your lives
And as a soldier, you have to death and patrol
And keep everything under control
As a soldier, you have to death and patrol
And keep everything under control
No battles, no storms, no bombs, no guns
There is spiritual wickedness in high places
Oh, onward, Christian soldiers
Marching on to war
Please, onward, Christian soldiers
Marching on to war
When I look back, what did I say as a soldier?
Yes, we have to death and patrol
And keep everything under control
As a soldier, you have to death and patrol
As a soldier, you have to death and patrol
And keep everything under control
As a soldier, you have to death and patrol