'He that Overcometh,'

He that overcometh in the fight
Shall be clothed in raiment white and pure ;
In the ever-blessed book of life
Shall his name eternally endure.'
*When my Father on His dazzling throne
Sits, with myriad angels all around,
I'll confess his name, to men unknown ;
Heaven and earth shall listen to the sound.'

Who, with such a glorious end in view,
Would not in the heavenly conflict join ?
Strange that willing soldiers are so few,
Strange so many faint, who once were Thine,
Oh, it is a service blest indeed !
Though the strife be long, the end is sure ;
And our Leader gives to all who need
Grace that they may to the end endure.

'Neath Thy standard be my place, O Lord :
Grant me strength and grace, that I ere long
May obtain that rich and full reward.
Then, as conquering I sheath my sword,
Thou, my Captain, shall be all my song.