1 Strive aright when God doth call thee,
When He draws thee by His grace,
Cast off all that would enthrall thee
And deter thee from the race.

2 Wrestle, till thy zeal is burning,
And thy love is glowing warm,
All that earth can give thee spurning--
Half love will not bide the storm.

3 Combat, though thy life thou givest,
Storm the kingdom, but prevail:
Let not him with whom thou strivest
Ever make thee faint or quail.

4 Perfect truth will never waver,
Wars with evil day and night,
Changes not for fear or favor,
Only cares to win the fight.

5 Perfect truth will love to follow
Watchfully our Master’s ways;
Seeks not comfort poor and hollow,
Looks not for reward or praise.

6 Perfect truth from worldly pleasure,
worldly turmoil, stands apart;
For in heaven is hid our treasure,
There must also be our heart.

7 Soldiers of the cross, take courage!
Watch and war ’mid fear and pain;
Daily conquering sin and sorrow,
Till our King o’er earth shall reign.