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Song Name: I'm On The Battlefield By: Unknown
Posted By: bohe Difficulty: Any
Key: Any Genre: Religious
Harp Type: Melody Maker Audio:
Created: 2009-06-03 08:06:54 Modified: 2009-06-03 09:06:26
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Song:  I'm on the battlefield
Melody Maker

Verse 1
-1 -2  -2-2  -2  -2-3  -1 -2 -2  -2-2   -3
 I was alone and i-dle, I was a sin-ner too,

-3 -33  -2  -2    -2   -3 -2   -2  -2   -3   -3
 I heard a voice from heav-en, Say-ing there is
-2  -2 -3
work to do;
-1  -2  -2  -2  -2  -2-3   -1 -1   -2   -2    
 I took my Mas-ter's hand, And I joined that 
-2    -2   -3
heav'n-ly band;

 -1  -1  -2 -2  -2  -2   -3   -3  3  -2
 Now I'm on the bat-tle-field for my Lord. 


Chorus
-3  -3  -2 -2  -2  -2   -3   -2  -2  -3
Now I'm on the bat-tle-field for my Lord,

-3  -3  3-3 -3  -2  -2   -3   -2  -2  -2
Yes I'm  on the bat-tle-field for my Lord;

-1   -2 -2  -2  -2  -3  -1    -2   -2   -2 -2 -3
 I promised Him that I would serve Him till I die,

-1  -1  -2 -2  -2  -2   -3   -3   3  -2
Now I'm on the bat-tle-field for my Lord.

verse 2
I lost my flag in battle, My staf is in my hand,
I'm taking it to Jesus, Over in the glory land,
In distant land I trod, Crying sinner come to God,
Now I'm on the battle field my Lord.

verse 3
I'm fighting for my Savior, The battle is most won,
The trumpet will be sounding, The coming of the Son;
I'll lay my armor down, Take up my robe and crown,
Then I'll walk the golden streets with my Lord.
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