For Christ my life is spent,
In joy and hope's reward
And all that is deemed worthy.
All things of Chirst are true,
And I shall strive to answer,
"For my God, in meekness I will do."
Shall I fall countless times,
And share the weakness
Of Peter in denying my Lord,
And then bend to my knee?
To repentance I shall fall,
Say I, "O forgive me!"
And like a weepy child,
All wretchedness seems true.
But He, a patient, loving Father,
He is my comforter and shield.
And as a great commander
Gives his soldier a sword to wield,
You, O God, give me You.
And Your testimony I have,
With light to scatter darkness,
Without timidity have I strength,
TO affirm my alligence to You
And name Your name to any length.
