2 When obstacles and trials seem Like prison-walls to be,

I do the little I can do,
And leave the rest to Thee.

3 I have no cares, O blessèd Will,
For all my cares are Thine;
I live in triumph, Lord, for Thou
Hast made Thy triumphs mine.

4 He always wins who sides with God,
To him no chance is lost;

God's will is sweetest to him when
It triumphs at his cost.

5 Ill that He blesses is our good,

And unblest good is ill;

And all is right that seems most wrong,

If it be His sweet will.

2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray! The battle ne'er give o'er; Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore. 8 Ne'er think the victory won, Nor lay thine armor down:

Thy arduous work will not be done
Till thou obtain thy crown.

4 Fight on, my soul, till death

Shall bring thee to thy God:

He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, Up to His blest abode.

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3 Lift thine eye, Christian,

Just as it closeth;
Raise thy heart, Christian,

Ere it reposeth;

Thee from the love of Christ
Nothing shall sever;

And, when thy work is done,
Praise Him for ever.

J. Stammers, 1830

Christian, answer boldly:
"While I breathe I pray:"
Peace shall follow battle,
Night shall end in day.

4 "Well I know thy trouble,
O My servant true;
Thou art very weary,
I was weary too;

But that toil shall make thee
Some day all Mine own,
And the end of sorrow
Shall be near My throne."

St. Andrew of Crete, 700. Tr. J. M. Neale, rasa. Al