Lord, in the strength of grace, With a glad heart and free,
The voice that speaks Jehovah near, The still small voice, I long to hear;
"I the good fight have fought," O when shall I declare!
Quickened with our immortal Head, Who daily, Lord, ascend with thee,
Lord, I adore thy gracious will; Through every instrument of ill
Who is this gigantic foe That proudly stalks along,