Faint not, Christian! though the road
Leading to thy blest abode
Darksome be, and dangerous too-
Christ, thy Guide, will bring thee through.
Faint not, Christian! though in rage,
Satan would thy soul engage;
Gird on faith's anointed shield,
Bear it to the battle field.
Faint not, Christian! though the world
Hath its hostile flag unfurl'd;
Hold the cross of Jesus fast,
Thou shalt overcome at last.
Faint not, Christian! though within
There's a heart so prone to sin;
Christ the Lord is over all,
He'll not suffer thee to fall.
Faint not, Christian! though thy God
Smite thee with His chastening rod;
Smite He must with Father's care,
That He may His love declare.
Faint not, Christian! Jesus' near;
Soon in glory He'll appear:
Then shall cease thy toil and strife,
Thou shalt wear the "crown of life".