1 Faint thou not, O weary Christian,
Gird anew thine armor on,
Think of all that doth await thee,
When the vict'ry shall be won;
For to him that overcometh
Fighting in life's earnest strife,
God hath promised kindly honor,
And a glorious crown of life.

2 Falter not, for God shall give thee
Shining robes of spotless white,
And a throne with him in heaven,
If thou conquer in the fight;
He shall be thy God forever,
Thou shalt be to him a son,
And thine eyes shall see his glory,
While the endless years roll on.

3 Thou shalt drink of living waters,
Flowing by the tree of life,
In that fair and blessed city
Where they know not pain or strife;
Since such joys are set before thee,
Press thou on the prize to win,
Trust thy God and He shall give thee,
Strength to conquer ev'ry sin.