Faint not, Chris­tian! though the road
Leading to thy blest abode
Darksome be, and dan­ger­ous, too;
Christ thy guide will bring thee through.

Faint not, Chris­tian! though in rage
Satan would thy soul en­gage;
Gird on faith’s an­oint­ed shield,
Bear it to the bat­tle­field.

Faint not, Chris­tian! though the world
Has its hos­tile flag un­furled;
Hold the cross of Je­sus fast—
Thou shalt ov­er­come at last.

Faint not, Chris­tian! though with­in
There’s a heart so prone to sin;
Christ the Lord is ov­er all;
He’ll not suf­fer thee to fall.

Faint not, Chris­tian! though thy God
Smite thee with His chast­en­ing rod;
Smite He must, with fa­ther’s care,
That He may His love de­clare.

Faint not, Chris­tian! Je­sus’ near,
Soon in glo­ry He’ll ap­pear;
And His love will then be­stow
Power ov­er ev­ery foe.

Faint not, Chris­tian! look on high,
See the harp­ers in the sky;
Patient wait, and thou wilt join—
Chant with them of love di­vine.