Christian! toiling for the prize Kept for thee beyond the skies; Warring with the powers of sin, Foes without, and foes within;
Breathing now in rapture's air, Verging then upon despair; Trembling, hoping, fill'd with pain, Yet rejoicing once again:
Shrink not from life's bitter cup, God shall bear thy spirit up; Till thy spirit is set free, "As thy day, thy strength shall be!"
Part of "As Thy Day Is, So Shall Thy Strength Be"