Faint not, Christian!

By G.V. Wigram

Faint not, Christian! though the road Leading to thy blest abode Darksome be, and dangerous too- Christ, thy Guide, will bring thee through.

Faint not, Christian! though in rage, Satan would thy soul engage; Gird on faith's anointed shield, Bear it to the battle field.

Faint not, Christian! though the world Hath its hostile flag unfurl'd; Hold the cross of Jesus fast, Thou shalt overcome at last.

Faint not, Christian! though within There's a heart so prone to sin; Christ the Lord is over all, He'll not suffer thee to fall.

Faint not, Christian! though thy God Smite thee with His chastening rod; Smite He must with Father's care, That He may His love declare.

Faint not, Christian! Jesus' near; Soon in glory He'll appear: Then shall cease thy toil and strife, Thou shalt wear the "crown of life".