For the opening hymn, everyone stood. The atmosphere was thick with both the sense of calling that had brought us all to that place, and the anticipation of what God had for us in that semester and beyond. The organist, having already “pulled out all the stops,” commenced the introduction. And then, 400 plus (admittedly, mostly male) voices lifted in unison to sing the first verse of “Lead On, O King, Eternal.” We seemed to raise the roof. For this country boy from Ohio, it was an ethereal experience. I had never heard anything like it; I have never forgotten it, and I never will.
The pomp and circumstance of my remembrance is quite a contrast with where I have been in recent days. There certainly weren’t 400 comrades in arms. Resources were scarce, Christ's warriors were wounded and weary, and results, by the world's measure, were few. Yet, there was still much kingdom work being done—dedication to the mission was not in doubt and stories of victory were shared. But I also heard of great harvest fields waiting and enlistments for the battle wanting.
The great hymn seems to make the Lamb’s War a glorious thing. Where I was, nothing seemed all that glorious. However, the great hymn, with all of its bravado, does briefly indicate how the Lamb’s War was waged in ancient days, how it is being fought in humble places, and how all the great leaders of the Lamb fight the good fight. It’s in the last few words of the second verse: “with deeds of love and mercy the heavenly kingdom comes.”
“The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds . . . (2 Corinthians 10:4).
LEAD ON, O KING ETERNAL
Lead on, O King eternal,The day of march has come;Henceforth in fields of conquestYour tents will be our home.Through days of preparationYour grace has made us strong;And now, O King eternal,We lift our battle song.
Lead on, O King eternal,Till sin's fierce war shall cease,And holiness shall whisperThe sweet amen of peace.For not with swords' loud clashingOr roll of stirring drumsWith deeds of love and mercyThe heavenly kingdom comes.
Lead on, O King eternal;We follow, not with fears,For gladness breaks like morningWhere'er your face appears.Your cross is lifted o'er us,We journey in its light;The crown awaits the conquest;Lead on, O God of might.
--Charles "Chuck" Nutt
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