Courage, my sorely-tempted heart! Break through thy woes, forget their smart; Come forth and on thy Bridegroom gaze, The Lamb of God, the Fount of grace; Here is thy place! | His arms are open, thither flee! There rest and peace are waiting thee, The deathless crown of righteousness, The entrance to eternal bliss; He gives thee this! | Then combat well, of nought afraid, For thus His follower thou art made, Each battle teaches thee to fight, Each foe to be a braver knight, Arm'd with His might. | If storms of fierce temptation rise, Unmoved I'll face the frowning skies; If but the heart is true indeed, Christ will be with me in my need,-- His own could bleed. | I flee away to Thy dear Cross, For hope is there for every loss, Healing for every wound and woe, There all the strength of love I know, And feel its glow. | Before the Holy One I fall, The Eternal Sacrifice for all; His death has freed us from our load, Peace on the anguish'd soul bestow'd, Brought us to God. | How then thould I go mourning on? I look to Thee,--my fears are gone, With Thee is rest that cannot cease, For Thou hast wrought us full release, And made our peace. | Thy word hath still its glorious powers, The noblest cbivalry is ours; O Thou, for whom to die is gain, Bring Thee here my all, oh deign T'accept and reign! | |