words to the song Soldier in the army of the Lord?
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i'm a soldier in the army of the Lord\ni'm a soldier in God's army\nstrong as a lion,\nharmless as a dove\ninside out you know\ni'm walking in God's love\n\nthis is one version, i'm sure there are more.
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From an old song (sorry I can't remember it properly)\n\nJehovah Jireh, God will provide\nJehovah Shalom, God is peace\nJehovah M'Keddesh, God who sanctifies\nJehovah Nissi, God is my banner\n\nJehovah Rohi, God my shepherd\nJehovah Rophe, God heals\nJehovah Tsikenu(?) God my righteousness\nJehovah Shammah, God who is there
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Psalm 51:10-11\n10 Create in me a clean heart, O God,\n \nAnd renew a steadfast spirit within me.\n \n11 Do not cast me away from Your presence,\n \nAnd do not take Your Holy Spirit from me.\n\nI sing this to the Lord all the time.\nAsk the Lord to help you in what your weakness is and ask for strength and help.\nContinue in His Word and Pray!\n\nGod Bless you!
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Try Psalm 23. I think thats a good one.
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it was Awesome, about being a soldier for Christ, not just giving in when the going gets tough or telling our commander in Chief (Jesus) no when we don't want to do something, self sacrifice for the lost. *2 Timothy 2:1-15*  endure hardship like a good soldier.
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this one is my personal favorite\n\nhttp://www.soldiersangels.org/
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1Thes. 4:16-18\nFor the Lord Himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in CHRIST shall rise first:\nThen we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: ando so shall we ever be with the Lord.\nWherefore comfort one another with these words.\n\n^_^
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YID ARMY!\n\ndont care....
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Hope this helps!\n\nWisperin Bill\n\nSo yer takin' the census, eh Mister.\nLemme tell ye about my son.\nHe was a soldier thet fought fer the North\nUntil the war wuz won.\n\nThis dooryard's now his battlefield.\nLesee, he wuz nigh sixteen\nWhen Sumpter fell and as likely a boy\nAs this world's ever seen\nAnd what with the news of battles lost\nAnd shoutin' and all the noise\nAh giss every farm in the neighborhood\nLost a part of it's crop of boys.\n\n‘Twas harvest time when Bill left home \nEvery stalk in the field of rye\nSeemed to stand tip toe to see him off\nAnd wave him a fond goodbye.\nHis momma used to tell him\nWhen she knowed he wuz goin' away\nThat God’d surely take care of him \nIf'n he didn't fergit to pray.\n\nAnd on the bloodiest battlefields\nWhen bullets whizzed through the air\nAnd Bill wuz a-fightin' desprit\nHe used to whisper a prayer.\nHis comrads has often tol' me\nThat Bill never flinched a bit\nWhen every second a gap in the ranks\nShowed where a ball had hit.\n\nThen one night when the field wuz covered\nWith the awful harvest of war,\nThey found my boy 'mongst the martyrs\nOf the cause he wuz fightin' for.\nHis fingers wuz clutched in the dewy grass,\nOh no Sir, he wasn't dead.\nHe just lay there sort of helpless and crazy\nWith a rifle ball in his head.\nAnd if Bill had only died that night\nI'd give all I got worth givin'\n'Cause ya see that bullet killed his mind\nBut left his body livin’.\nAn officer he wrote and told us\nHow the boy'd been hurt in a fight\nBut he said that the doctors reckoned\nThey could bring him 'round alright.\nWell, we waited and watched fer a month or more.\nThe summer wuz almost past\nWhen we got a letter one day that said\nBill had started fer home at last.\n\nI'll ne'er fergit when Bill come home,\n"Twas harvest time again.\nThe air blowing o’er the yaller fields \nWas sweet with the smell of grain.\nThe dooryard wuz full of neighbors\nThat come to share our joy\nAnd we all set out a rousin' cheer\nAt the sight of that solier boy.\n\nThen all of a sudden some-one said,\n"My God, don't that boy know his mother?"\nAnd Bill stood a-whisperin' fearful like\nAnd starin' from one to another.\n"Don't be afraid Bill." said he to himself\nAs he stood in his coat of blue.\n"God'll take care of you, Bill\nGod'll take care of you."\n\nBill seemed to keep loadin' and firin' a gun\nAnd actin' like a man who hears\nThe awful sounds of the battlefield\nA-poundin' in his ears.\nTen thousand ghosts from that bloody day\nWas a-marchin' through his brain\nAnd his feet they kind of picked their way\nAs if they could feel the slain.\n\nHe ain’t never knowed us since that day \nNor his sweetheart and never will.\nMother and father and sweetheart,\nWe all the same to Bill.\nAnd he groans like a wounded soldier\nSometimes the whole night through\nAnd we just smooth his head and say, "Yes Bill,\nGod'll take care of you."\n\nIrving Batchelder (written in the 1860's during civil war)
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I believe the Marine Corps Hymn is what you are looking for.\nCheck Glen Miller stuff.
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In school we sang:\n\nTaste and See\ntaste and see\nthe goodness of the Lord\nOh taste and see\ntaste and see\nthe goodness of the Lord\nof the Lord\n\nI will bless the Lord at all times\nHis praise shall always be on my lips\nMy soul will glory in the Lord\nthe poor will hear and be glad.\n\nTaste and see\ntaste and see\nthe goodness of the Lord\nOh, taste and see\ntaste and see\nthe goodness of the Lord\nof the Lord\n\nand theres more, but I don't remember it.
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HOW LOVELY IS YOUR DWELLING PLACE (PSALM 84) \n\n1. How lovely is Your dwelling place,\nO Lord God, my King.\nMy heart and flesh cry for Your grace;\nmy soul faints with yearning. \n\nBlessed are those who dwell in Your house, O God,\nand whose strength is in their Lord!\nThey have set their hearts on the pilgrimage;\nset their path upon Your Word. \n\n2. Even as the sparrow finds a home,\nand the swallow finds a nest —\nso my place is near my God and King:\nat Your altar will I rest. \n\nHear my prayer, O Lord, look upon my soul,\nand know that I am true.\nFor You, my God, are my sun and shield:\nBlessed are those who trust in You!
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Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition\nby Frank Loesser\n\nDown went the gunner, a bullet was his fate\nDown went the gunner, then the gunners mate\nUp jumped the sky pilot, gave the boys a look\nAnd manned the gun himself as he laid aside The Book, shouting\nPraise the Lord and pass the ammunition!\nPraise the Lord and pass the ammunition!\nPraise the Lord and pass the ammunition and we'll all stay free!\n\nPraise the Lord and swing into position!\nCan't afford to sit around and wishin'\nPraise the Lord we're all between perdition\nand the deep blue sea!\n\nYes the sky pilot said it\nYou've got to give him credit\nfor a son - of - gun - of - a - gunner was he,\nShouting; \nPraise the Lord we're on a mighty mission!\nAll aboard, we're not a - goin' fishin;\nPraise the Lord and pass the ammunition and we'll all stay free!
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La Reve Passe (The soldier's dream): words by Armand Foucher\nRevised English words by Peter Carroll\nc. 1918 Georges Krier, Paris\nMusic by C. Helmer & G Krier\n \n\nOut on the plains the weary soldiers now are sleeping\nAfter the heat of day the cooling breezes blow\nOver fields the scent of new-mown hay is creeping\nOnly the sentinel is pacing to and fro\n\nThen from afar there comes the distant sound of marching\nRhythmical beat of soldiers' feet upon the ground\nAnd yet nearer they come! To the roll of the drum\nHear the trumpets resound!\n\nSee them pass by!\nThere they go, what a show!\nThose Guardsmen!\nAll hearts beat high\nat the sight of this grand array\nCheers fill the air\nThey are blazing a trail to glory\nHeroes are there, who will live in song and story\n\n\nIn the dear country now the corn to gold is turning\nand in his mind he sees again the old church tower\nHere is the house where she for whom his heart is yearning\npatiently hopes for his returning hour by hour\nBut he must tell her they must wait a little longer\nAnd though he knows the tears will fill her eyes of blue\nwith his country at war he must leave her once more\n'till the fighting is through!\n\nMarching along,\nthere they go! what a show!\nThose guardsmen!\nSteady and strong\nthey must leave all the girls behind!\nGive them a cheer\nfor they write an immortal story.\nNever a fear!\nAs they march to Death or Glory.\n\n\nBut soon the soldier's dream begins to fade away\nand now it seems a storm has turned the skies to grey\nThe enemy he sees from out the shadows creep.\nHe suddenly awakes, but all around him sleep\nand in his heart the vision lingers.\n\nBut now at last the dawn is breaking\no'er the hill\nThe foe-men have withdrawn\nand a all the guns are still.\nNo more the trumpets blare\nthe sounds of war are past\nand laughter fills the air.\nthe world is free at last!\nSweethearts and wives brush all your tears away.\n\nDon't you hear?\nSee them near?\nBeat the drum, hear they come!\nSee them pass by!\nThey are blazing a trail to glory.\nThey'll never die\nthey will live in song and story\n\nCan't you hear? Trumpets sound? Coming near!\nAll a-round! See them pass by!\nHear the beating of their feet enthralling\nReady to die, when they hear their country calling.\nCODA\nGive a cheer! Cheer again! These are the men who gave us victory!\n\nHere is the song as sung by Josef:\nOut on the plain the weary soldiers now are sleeping,\nlulled to slumber while the evening breezes blow.\nFrom the field the smell of new mown corn is creeping\nand the sentinel is pacing too and fro'\nthen all at once the sky is filled with shapes of horsemen\nlit up by lightning as the dying day goes down\nand the famous white horse\nis directing the course to renown\n\nSee them pass on, those hussars those dragoons and guardsmen\nglorious throng, from Austerlitz meet the eagles high\nbraves from fair bears\nfrom their foe a triumphant story\nsteel hearts are theirs, see them riding on to glory.\nSee them pass on (hear the guns), those hussars those dragoons and guardsmen (the trumpets sound)\nglorious throng (towards the Hun), from Austerlitz meet the eagles high\n\nSee them pass on, our hussars our dragoons our glory\nE'en though they die, yet they live in song and story.\nSee them pass on, our hussars our dragoons our glory\nE'en though they die, yet they live in song and story.\nHa ha ha ha haa! Hey!!
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do u have any specific lyrics that u remember bout the song?\n\nprobably by leonard cohen or deeds of flesh
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A CHILD'S HYMN\nCharles Dickens\n\nHear my prayer, O heavenly Father,\nEre I lay me down to sleep;\nBid Thy angels, pure and holy,\nRound my bed their vigil keep.\n\nMy sins are heavy, but Thy mercy\nFar outweighs them, every one;\nDown before Thy cross I cast them,\nTrusting in Thy help alone.\n\nKeep me through this night of peril\nUnderneath its boundless shade;\nTake me to Thy rest, I pray Thee,\nWhen my pilgrimage is made.\n\nNone shall measure out Thy patience\nBy the span of human thought;\nNone shall bound the tender mercies\nWhich Thy Holy Son has bought.\n\nPardon all my past transgressions,\nGive me strength for days to come;\nGuide and guard me with Thy blessing\nTill Thy angels bid me home.
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http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/m/misc_praise_songs/psalm_5_crd.htm