Many people who know me know that one of my pet peeves is when people try to pass The Battle Hymn of the Republic off as a Christian hymn. My blood pressure goes up every time I hear it.

At church this morning, we sang what I now consider the antidote. You can hear the tune if you have a means by which to play midi files.

The Son of God Goes Forth to War

The Son of God goes forth to war,
   A kingly crown to gain;
His blood-red banner streams afar!
   Who follows in His train?
Who best can drink His cup of woe,
   Triumphant over pain,
Who patient bears his cross below,
   He follows in His train.

The martyr first, whose eagle eye
   Could pierce beyond the grave;
Who saw his Master in the sky,
   And called on Him to save.
Like Him, with pardon on His tongue,
   In midst of mortal pain,
He prayed for them that did the wrong!
   Who follows in His train?

A glorious band, the chosen few
   On whom the Spirit came,
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
   And mocked the cross and flame.
They met the tyrant's brandished steel,
   The lion's gory mane;
They bowed their necks the death to feel:
   Who follows in their train?

A noble army, men and boys,
   The matron and the maid,
Around the Savior's throne rejoice
   In robes of light arrayed.
They climbed the steep ascent of heav'n,
   Through peril, toil and pain;
O God, to us may grace be giv'n
   To follow in their train.