Though we're still with foes surrounder
Foes that often damp our joy,
Christ, who has so often wounded,
Soon will ev'ry foe destroy.

He who doth will yet deliver,
Till we reach the happy shore,
Till we pass the gloomy river,
Till we sigh and weep no more.

Then the mind, whose chief employment
Is to watch and conflict now,
Savour'd with complete enjoyment,
Shall with endless rapture glow!

With hope like these possessing,
Let us march with courage on,
Bold through fears and dangers pressing,
Till we wear the conqu'ror's crown:

While we wave our palms in glory
Through the blissful plains above;
All we sound the wondrous story
Of the GREAT R EDIEMER'S LOVE !