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6. Who would make the prize his own

The Life of Faith

VI. The Christian Race.

Who would make the prize his own, Runs as swiftly as he can; Who would gain an earthly crown, Strives in earnest as a man; Trains himself betimes with care For the conflict he would share, Casts aside whate'er could be Hindrance to His victory.

Lord, Thou biddest me aspire To a prize so high, so grand, That it sets my soul on fire To be found amidst Thy band: Oh how brightly shineth down From Thy heights the starry crown And the throne to victors given, Who for Thee have bravely striven!

Yet it seems I strive in vain, Lord, in pity look on me, Thou my weakness must sustain, Set me now from all things free That would keep me from my goal; Come, Thyself prepare my soul, Give me joy and strength and life, Help me in the race, the strife.

Well our utmost efforts worth Is the crown I see afar, Though the blinded sons of earth Care not for our holy war; An exceeding great reward Is that crown of grace, my Lord; Be Thyself my Strength divine, And the prize shall soon be mine.

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