1 Supported by especial grace,
And by superior pow'r upheld,
The faithful christian runs his race,
To gain the vict'ry and the field.
2 But O, how foolish and unwise!
Could it be truly said to be?
For those who fain would gain the prize
And yet not strive for mastery.
3 To gain the never fading crown,
Each reigning sin must be subdu'd;
The haughty spirit must come down,
And yield unto the ways of God.
4 The soul, with carnal mind beset,
Can never speed in holiness:
But still oppress'd with ev'ry weight
Of sin, and burthens of distress.
5 All candidates for Glory must,
Be watching unto constant pray'r--
To crucify their pride and lust,
If they desire the crown to wear.
6 May I be wise to act my part,
And evermore be on my guard,
To watch and pray with all my heart,
And wait the comming of my Lord.
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