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Oh, lift your heads! The race is set,
Demanding that all weight and sin
Be put away, and, tireless yet,
We with endurance run to win!
Demanding that all weight and sin
Be put away, and, tireless yet,
We with endurance run to win!
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And yet this race is set in grace,
The very Christ whom we enjoy.
For mortal strength there is no place;
We must the Spirit’s power employ.
The very Christ whom we enjoy.
For mortal strength there is no place;
We must the Spirit’s power employ.
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The prize to gain, ahead it lies:
How precious! ’Tis, the very Christ!
Laid hold by Him, we e’er would rise
And run by His supporting might.
How precious! ’Tis, the very Christ!
Laid hold by Him, we e’er would rise
And run by His supporting might.
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Our running’s not for selfish pride,
Nor for our boast in crown or throne.
’Tis duty ours, self-choice aside.
We run for Christ and Christ alone!
Nor for our boast in crown or throne.
’Tis duty ours, self-choice aside.
We run for Christ and Christ alone!
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For this we give our life and all,
Our might, our strength, our days withal.
To Him we live—the upward call.
To Him we die—the gain of all!
Our might, our strength, our days withal.
To Him we live—the upward call.
To Him we die—the gain of all!
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And when we fall, we quickly rise!
An all-sufficient grace outpoured,
And varied still, with stores untried,
Exhaustless grace He doth afford.
An all-sufficient grace outpoured,
And varied still, with stores untried,
Exhaustless grace He doth afford.
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His partners dear, His brethren true,
No time is there for looking back!
One thing remains: to e’er pursue
The One who doth our hearts attract.
No time is there for looking back!
One thing remains: to e’er pursue
The One who doth our hearts attract.
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No more we hope in things of old;
No more we dream of vanity!
The peerless Christ is now our goal,
Our prize for all eternity!
No more we dream of vanity!
The peerless Christ is now our goal,
Our prize for all eternity!
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