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Rest, rest, O wounded soldier!
 Distrust thy Lord no more;
And think not strange the battle
 Thy Captain fought before.

He knows thy fierce accuser;
 Thou shalt not fall nor yield;
Hold fast thy blood-red banner,
 Thy bright sword, and thy shield.

Behold thy strength in Jesus;
 Believe thy Brother nigh,
Whose heart in love o'erfloweth
 With tenderest sympathy.

Thou hast no pain He feels not,
 No pang He cannot share;
And when the fight was hottest,
 Deliverance was near.

He kept thee in the conflict;
 His shield was o'er thee thrown;
A Conqueror ne'er defeated,
 Thy battle was His own.

Rest in His love, and fear not;
 The victory is won.
O weak and wounded soldier,
 Thy Lord hath said, "Well done!"