I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:14
I love the story of the cross,
That tells of Him who died for me;
I’m counting everything but dross,
His humble, faithful child to be.
Then on I’ll press, the prize to win;
I’ll walk with Him alone,
And labor in this world of sin,
Till He shall call me home.
He called me from the paths of wrong,
He filled my troubled soul with peace;
I love to speak His name in song,
My praise to Him shall never cease.
My unsaved friend, O! hear His voice,
And trust your soul to Him alone;
Make Him your everlasting choice,
And He will lead you safely home.