See how the wicked kingdom
Is falling ev’ry day!
And still our blessed Jesus
Is winning souls away.
But O how I am tempted
No mortal tongue can tell:
So often I’m surrounded
With enemies from hell.

With weeping and with praying,
My Jesus I have found,
To crucify old nature,
And make His grace abound.
Dear children, don’t be weary,
But march on in the way;
For Jesus will stand by you,
And be your guard and stay.

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