Have ye counted the cost!
Have ye counted the cost!
Ye warriors of the Cross?
Are ye fixed in heart, for your Master’s sake,
To suffer all earthly loss?
Can ye bear the scoff of the worldly-wise,
As ye pass by pleasure’s bower,
To watch with your Lord, on the mountain top,
Through the dreary midnight hour?
In the power of His might!
In the power of His might!
Who was made thro’ weakness strong,
Ye shall overcome in the fearful light!
And sing His victory song!
But count ye the cost; yea, count ye the cost—
The forsaking all ye have!
Then take up your cross and follow your Lord,
Not thinking your life to save!
By the “blood of the Lamb,”—
By the “blood of the Lamb,”—
By the faithful witness Word!
Not loving your lives unto death for Him,
Ye shall triumph with your Lord!
So count ye the cost; yea, count ye the cost,
Ye warriors of the cross!
Yet in royal faith and in royal love,
Count all selfish gain but loss.’
Ο! the banner of love!
Ο! the banner of love!
It will cost you a pang to hold!
But ‘twill float in triumph the field above.
Though your heart’s blood stain its fold.
Ye may count the cost! ye may count the coat
Of all Egyptians treasure!
But the riches of Christ ye cannot count—
His love ye cannot measure!