1 Saviour, we are young and weak,
Yet we have a race to run;
Glorious is the crown we seek;
Hard the fight that must be won;
Lest we faint and lest we flee,
Keep us ever near to Thee.
2 Many are our foes and strong,
Foes without, and foes within,
Great temptations to go wrong,
And an evil heart of sin;
We shall surely conquered be
If we keep not close to Thee.
3 When the dark and cloudy day
Comes to bow our hearts in grief,
Earthly comforts pass away,
Earthly hopes give no relief;
To Thy bosom we will flee,
Clinging ever near to Thee.
4 Then the prize of victory won,
And the weary contest o’er,
We shall hear the glad “Well done,”
Greet us on the heavenly shore.
And tho’ all eternity,
Evermore be near to Thee.
Source: Gloria Deo: a Collection of Hymns and Tunes for Public Worship in all Departments of the Church #654