Strive when thou art called of God,
When He draws thee by His grace,
Strive to cast away the load
That would clog thee in the race!

Fight, though it may cost thy life;
Storm the king­dom, but pre­vail;
Let not Sa­tan’s fierc­est strife
Make thee, war­ri­or, faint or quail

Wrestle, till through ev­ery vein
Love and strength are glow­ing warm,
Love that can the world dis­dain,
Half-love will not bide the storm.

Wrestle with strong pray­ers and cries,
Think no time too much to spend,
Though the night be pass’d in sighs,
Though all day thy voice as­cend.

Hast thou won the pearl of price?
Think not thou hast reached the goal,
Conquered ev­ery sin and vice
That had pow­er to harm thy soul.

Gaze with min­gled joy and fear
On the re­fuge thou hast found;
Know, while yet we lin­ger here
Perils ev­er hem us round.

Art thou faith­ful? Then op­pose
Sin and wrong with all thy might;
Care not how the tem­pest blows,
Only care to win the fight.

Art thou faith­ful? Wake and watch,
Love with all thy heart Christ’s ways,
Seek not tran­si­ent ease to snatch,
Look not for re­ward or praise.

Art thou faith­ful? Stand apart
From all world­ly hope and plea­sure,
Yonder fix thy hopes and heart,
On the Heav’n where lies our trea­sure.

Soldiers of the Cross, be strong,
Watch and war ’mid fear and pain,
Daily con­quer­ing woe and wrong,
Till our king o’er earth shall reign!