O speed thee, Christian, on thy way
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O speed thee, Christian, on thy way,And to thy armor cling;With girded loins the call obeyThat grace and mercy bring.There is a battle to be fought,An upward race to run,A crown of glory to be sought,A victory to be won.
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The shield of faith repels the dartThat Satan's hand may throw;His arrow cannot reach thy heartIf Christ control the bow.The glowing lamp of prayer will lightThee on thy anxious road;'Twill keep the goal of heaven in sight,And guide thee to thy God.