He was strong, and he was brave, and he was true.
He had won so many battles, he was faithful to the end,
Until the day he met betrayal at the hand of a trusted friend.
Uriah pressed forward, Uriah pressed hard,
And he was strong in the battle for the Lord,
But when the enemy was nearest, and the fighting grew too hot,
The army withdrew, and . . . Uriah was lost.
We too are fighting in a fearsome battle,
We must be strong, we must be brave, we must be true,
But after oh, so many battles, when a brother gets a wound,
Do we blame him, 'cause he's careless, do we leave him all too soon?
The soldier pressed forward, the soldier pressed hard,
And he was strong in the battle for the Lord,
But when the enemy was nearest, and the fighting grew too hot,
The army withdrew, and . . . the soldier was lost.
There are soldiers all around us who have fallen.
They were strong and they were brave and they were true,
But now because they're weak and wounded, we turn our hearts to stone,
We watch them drop their weapons, exposed and all alone,
Bridge: Oh, who upon the field of battle leaves a friend alone,
When the enemy is strongest, who would dare desert their own?
Oh, who will stand beside their brothers, watch and weep and pray,
Who will raise a wounded soldier, to fight another day?
Oh, soldiers press forward, oh, soldiers press hard,
And be strong in the battle for the Lord,
And when the enemy is nearest, and the fighting grows too hot,
May we fight as one man, may we fight as one man,
May we fight as one man, that not one soldier may be lost.
