Life is one continued battle,
Never ended, never o’er;
And the Christian’s path to glory
Is a conflict evermore.
Christian, buckle on thy armor,
Let the weak points strengthened be;
Fight thy fight—all Heav’n shall greet thee
In the hour of victory.
Satan ever watches round him,
Seeks to find the weakest part,
And in moments most unheeded,
Quickly throws his fiery dart.
If perchance thy heart grows weary
With the struggle and the fight,
And the day seems dark and dreary,
Little sunshine, little light:
Be that light but faint and feeble,
It shall guide thee evermore,
And at every battle leave thee
Stronger than thou wast before.