My Race is Run; My Warfare's Over

Verse 1

My race is run; my warfare’s o’er; the solemn hour is nigh, when, offer'd up to God, my soul shall wing its flight on high.

Verse 2

With heav’nly weapons I have fought the battles of the Lord; finish'd my course, and kept the faith, depending on his word.

Verse 3

Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown which cannot fade; the righteous Judge at that great day shall place it on my head.

Verse 4

Nor hath the Sov’reign Lord decreed this prize for me alone; but for all such as love like me th’ appearance of his Son.

Verse 5

From ev’ry snare and evil work his grace shall me defend, and to his heav’nly kingdom safe shall bring me in the end.