When shall I be deliver’d from this vain world of sin?
And with my blessed Jesus drink endless pleasures in?
But now I am a soldier, my Captain’s gone before;
He’s given me my orders and bids me ne’er give o’er;
His promises are faithful—a righteous crown he’ll give,
And all his valiant soldiers eternally shall live.
Through grace I am determined to conquer tho’ I die,
And then away to Jesus on wings of love I’ll fly.
Farewell to sin and sorrow, I bid them both adieu,
And O, my friends, prove faithful, and on your way pursue.