To you, O men, the task is given

1 To you, O men, the task is given,
To salve a world by strife sore riven;
Amid the clash of force and might
Your regal Christ leads in the fight.

2 The battle's joined, the task's at hand,
Be one of Christ's own loyal band;
Work while ye may, His holy will,
Till all His sovereign will fulfil.

3 Have ye no care for earth's sore ill?
The Lamb that died on Calvary's Hill
Now stands upon His heavenly throne,
Waiting to claim the world His own.

4 He waits, nor is His waiting vain;
Earth's host, who now travail in pain,
Shall sing the glad, triumphant song,
A glad, united, joyous throng.

5 Be ye lift up, ye gates of brass,
The King of Glory's hosts must pass;
They come, and songs of joy upraise,
The King of peace their song of praise.

Source: Churches of Christ Hymn Book #454