He that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved. Matthew 24:13
We cannot fold our hands at ease,
And look for Heav’n at last;
We cannot shout the victory won
Until the war is past.
Blessèd are they that endure to the end,
For with them it shall be well;
They shall eat of the fruit of the tree of life,
And with Jesus forever dwell.
We cannot hope to win the prize,
Unless the race we run;
Nor reap the fruits of endless joy
If we no work have done.
We cannot slumber at our post,
Nor lay our armor down,
And only they who bear the cross
Can ever wear the crown.
Then let the cross be all our boast,
And Jesus all our song,
Till in His robe of righteousness
We join the ransomed throng.