C. M. Anonymous. The Whole Armor of the Lord. |
1 O, speed thee, Christian, on thy way! And to thine armor cling; With girded loins the call obey That love and mercy bring! 2 There is a battle to be fought, An upward race to run, A crown of glory to be sought, A victory to be won. 3 O, faint not, Christian! for thy sighs Are heard before God's throne; The race must come before the prize, The cross before the crown.
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