361. C. M. Anonymous.
The whole Armor.
1O, speed thee, Christian, on thy way,
And to thy armor cling;
With girded loins the call obey
That grace and mercy bring.
2There is a battle to be fought,
An upward race to run,
A crown of glory to be sought,
A victory to be won.
3O, faint not, Christian, for thy sighs
Are heard before His throne;
The race must come before the prize,
The cross before the crown.