882--Encamped along the hills of light,

Encamped along the hills of light,

882

	1.	Encamped along the hills of light,
		Ye Christian soldiers rise,
		And press the battle ere the night
		Shall veil the glowing skies;
		Against the foe in vales below
		Let all our strength be hurled;
		Faith is the victory, we know,
		That overcomes the world.
		Faith is the victory!
		Faith is the victory!
		O glorious victory,
		That overcomes the world.
	2.	His banner over us is love,
		Our sword the Word of God;
		We tread the road the saints before
		With shouts of triumph trod.
		By faith, they like a whirlwind's
		breath,
		Swept on o'er every field;
		The faith by which they conquered
		death
		Is still our shining shield.
	3.	On every hand the foe we find
		Drawn up in dread array;
		Let tents of ease be left behind,
		And onward to the fray.
		Salvation's helmet on each head,
		With truth all girt about,
		The earth shall tremble 'neath our
		tread,
		And echo with our shout.
	4.	To him that overcomes the foe,
		White raiment shall be giv'n;
		Before the angels he shall know
		His name confessed in heav'n;
		Then onward from the hills of light,
		Our hearts with love aflame,
		We'll vanquish all the host of night,
		In Jesus' conqu'ring name.