Sometimes He is calling

To quicken our pace

As we press towards the goal

Of our heavenly race

Other days He just asks

That we linger and rest

And to walk by His side

Through the shadow of death

Then to us comes the hour

In His almighty plan

That we march into battle

Underneath His command

Lifting high shields of faith

Quenching fiery brands

Drawing the Spirit’s sharp sword

And on His promises stand!