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1. To the race, to the race, are we ready to run?
Cast aside ev'ry weight, there's a prize to be won,
Cast aside ev'ry weight that our speed would delay,
And the sins that like thorns may be strewn in our way.
Chorus:
To the race, to the race, in the strength of the Lord,
And believe we shall win through the might of his word,
Let us on in the path that our fathers have trod,
Let us on in the work of our calling in God.
2. There are crowds looking down from the isles of the blest,
Where with glory untold with the Saviour they rest;
They have finished their course, they have fought a good fight,
And their faith to the last was unclouded and bright.
3. To the race, to the race, and whatever assail,
Let our hope never droop and our faith never fail;
For the prize at the end will be lasting and sure,
Unto those who shall run and with patience endure.
4. To the race, to the race, turn away from the world,
Life our eyes to the cross and its banner unfurl'd;
There are crowns, there are palms that will more than replay
For the toils and the strife of a fast fleeting day.
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