1 There’s a strife we all must wage,
From life’s entrance to its close;
Blest the bold who dare engage!
Woe for him who seeks repose!
2 Honored they who firmly stand,
While the conflict presses round;
God’s own banner in their hand,
In his service faithful found.
3 What our foes? Each thought impure
Passions fierce, that tear the soul;