255 Strive aright when God doth call thee,

1 Strive aright when God doth call thee, When He draws thee by His grace, Cast off all that would enthrall thee, And deter thee from the race. 2 Wrestle, till thy zeal is burning, And thy love is glowing warm, All that earth can give the spurning, - Half love will not bide the storm. 3 Combat, though thy life thou givest, Storm the kingdom, but prevail; Let not him with whom thou strivest Ever make thee faint or wail. 4 Perfect truth will never waver, Wars with evil day and night, Changes not for fear or favor, Only cares to win the fight. 5 Perfect truth will love to follow Watchfully our Master's ways; Seeks not comfort poor and hollow, Looks not for reward or praise. 6 Perfect truth from worldly pleasure, Worldly turmoil, stands apart; For in heaven is hid our treasure, There must also be the heart. 7 Soldiers of the cross, take courage! Watch and war 'mid fear and pain; Daily conquering sin and sorrow, Till our King's o'er earth shall reign.