What light, strength and comfort—go after him, go;
Lo, onward I move to a city above,
None guesses how wondrous my journey will prove.
4 Great spoils I shall win, from death, hell, and sin,
’Midst outward afflictions, I feel Christ within;
And when I’m to die, receive me, I’ll cry,
For Jesus has loved me—I can not tell why.
5 But this I do find, we two are so joined,
He’ll not live in glory, and leave me behind,
So this is the race I’m running, through grace,