Text: | Urge on your rapid course |
Author: | C. Wesley |
1 Urge on your rapid course,
Ye blood-besprinkled bands;
The heavenly kingdom suffers force;
'Tis seized by violent hands:
See there the starry crown
That glitters through the skies;
Satan, the world, and sin tread down,
And take the glorious prize.
2 Through much distress and pain,
Through many a conflict here,
Through blood ye must the entrance gain,
Yet, oh, disdain to fear:
Courage, your Captain cries,
Who all your toil foreknew;
Toil ye shall have, yet all despise;
I have o'ercome for you.
3 The world can not withstand
Its ancient Conqueror;
The world must sink beneath the Hand
Which arms us for the war:
This is the victory--
Before our faith they fall;
Jesus hath died for you and me;
Believe, and conquer all.
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First Line: | Urge on your rapid course |
Author: | C. Wesley |
Meter: | S. M. D. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Topic: | The Christian Life: Courage and Triumph; Courage Insures Victory |