Help me, oh my Lord to strive to run the race, to be bold in grace,
For Thy sake all the day, all the way to see Thy face,
The beauty there, in Heaven fair, run to win the prize
Of the high calling of such a one so wonderfully, wise.

May I not leave undone, I Pray, my chore from Heavens’ shore,
Which I was called to do for our Savior forevermore,
He is my guide, my joy and pride; He is my own first love,
He knew me before I was; I was destined from above.

In my mind I can see the Saints’ there in Heaven fair,
Walking softly on the road, He paved with gold up there;
He will call me in that morning when my time is o’er,
So may I run the race ‘til I’m face to face with Him, on that golden shore?

He waited patiently for me; I know this is His loving way,
To give every chance to me, lets mine eyes the beauties see, every day,
My life’s not long; it’s but a moment here today, so I run the race,
For the prize of the high calling, my soul to be filled with grace.

Bring me home dear Lord, when my work here on earth is truly done,
‘Tis far better to be in Thy Kingdom when this race is won,
I have loved ones there with You Lord, waiting patiently to see,
My crown of love from above, which I know my Savior, will present to me.

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