“Ne’er think the vict’ry won,
Nor once at ease sit down;
Thy arduous work will not be done
Till thou hast got thy crown.”
Again in the fourth stanza he wrote,
“Fight on, my soul, till death.
God will thy work applaud,
Reveal his love at thy last breath,
And take to his abode.”
The improvement in both stanzas, as found in our hymnals, is obvious at a glance.