Let me the insidious foe defy,
And as Thy faithful soldier fight.
And oh! when death’s keen shafts descend,
And failing pulse, and glazing eye,
Warn that the conflict soon must end,
Thy faithful soldier let me die!
Washed in Thy blood, let me appear
Where crowns are to the conquerors given,—
Through Christ alone we triumph here,
Or wear the victor’s wreath in Heaven!