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Strengthen me for every contest, / Let my prayers be not in vain, / I would bless Thee, in my sorrow; / I would glory in my pain; / Make my spirit white-for heaven; / Let my soul be purified / In the blood that flowed so freely, / From the wound in Jesus' side.
Gird my soul, oh! God! for battle, / I am weak, O! make me strong; / Do not let my courage falter, / Though the strife be fierce and long; / And upon thy hand, my Father, / Let me keep a clinging hold, / Till my feet have landed safely, / In the city built of gold.