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Septuagesima Sunday.
I therefore so run, not as uncertainly; so fight I, not as one that
beateth the air.
From the Epistle. [1 Cor. 9:26]
7,7,7,7
Ringe recht wenn Gottes Gnade
Winkler. 1703.
trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1855
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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!
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Fight, though it may cost thy life;
Storm the kingdom, but prevail;
Let not Satan's fiercest strife
Make thee, warrior, faint or quail.
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Wrestle, till through every vein
Love and strength are glowing warm,
Love that can the world disdain,
Half-love will not abide the storm.
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Wrestle with strong prayers and cries,
Think no time too much to spend,
Though the night be passed in sighs.
Though all day thy voice ascend.
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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.
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Gaze with mingled joy and fear,
On the refuge thou hast found;
Know, while yet we linger here
Perils ever hem us round.
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Art thou faithful? then oppose
Sin and wrong with all thy might;
Care not how the tempest blows,
Only care to win the fight.
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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.
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Art thou faithful? Stand apart
From all all worldly hope and pleasure,
Yonder fix thy hopes and heart,
On the heaven where lies our treasure.
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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!
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