It was midnight in the valley, and the camp was dark and still,
Where the slumb�ring host of Midian lay along the sloping hill,
When a blinding flash of torches, and a trumpet loud and shrill,
Threw out the battle cry:Refrain
Blow ye the trumpet, for the Lord hath made us
free;
Your blazing lamps raise high!
�The Sword of the Lord and of Gideon,� shall be
Our conqu�ring battle cry.
Where the faint and fearful thousands had returned at God�s
command,
By the chosen few of faithful, vict�ry came to Gideon�s band;
Hear them giving God the glory, and around the camp they stand
And shout their battle cry:
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Christian soldiers, be not fearful; onward with your Captain go;
Ever �looking unto Jesus� you shall conquer ev�ry foe;
He hath triumphed�take your trumpets, let the world your vict�ry
know;
Sing loud your battle cry:
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