Strive aright when God doth call thee,

When he draws the by His grace,

Cast off all that would enthrall thee,

And deter thee from the race.

Wrestle, till thy zeal is burning

And thy love is glowing warm,

All that earth can give thee spurning;--

Half love will not bide the storm.

Combat, though thy life thou givest,

Storm the kingdom, but prevail;

Let not him with whom thou strivest

Ever make thee faint or quail.

Perfect truth will never waver,

Wars with evil day and night,

Changes not for fear or favour,

Only cares to win the fight.

Perfect truth will love to follow

Watchfully our Master's ways;

Seeks not comfort poor and hollow,

Looks not for reward or praise.

Perfect truth from worldly pleaaure,

Worldly turmoil, stands apart;

For in heaven is hid our treasure,

There must also be the heart.

Soldiers of the Cross, take courage!

Watch and war 'mid fear and pain;

Daily conquering sin and sorrow,

Till our King o'er earth shall reign.