Endure to the End

We can­not fold our hands at ease

And look for Heav’n at last;

We can­not shout the vic­to­ry won

Until the war is past.

Blessèd are they that en­dure to the end

For with them it shall be well;

They shall eat of the fruit of the tree of life

And with Je­sus for­ev­er dwell.

We can­not hope to win the prize

Unless the race we run;

Nor reap the fruits of end­less joy

If we no work have done.

We can­not slum­ber at our post

Nor lay our ar­mor down

And on­ly they who bear the cross

Can ev­er wear the crown.

Then let the cross be all our boast

And Je­sus all our song

Till in His robe of right­eous­ness

We join the ran­somed throng.