We can­not fold our hands at ease,
And look for Heav’n at last;
We can­not shout the vic­to­ry won
Until the war is past.

Refrain

Blessèd are they that en­dure to the end,
For with them it shall be well;
They shall eat of the fruit of the tree of life,
And with Je­sus for­ev­er dwell.

We can­not hope to win the prize,
Unless the race we run;
Nor reap the fruits of end­less joy
If we no work have done.

Refrain

We can­not slum­ber at our post,
Nor lay our ar­mor down,
And on­ly they who bear the cross
Can ev­er wear the crown.

Refrain

Then let the cross be all our boast,
And Je­sus all our song,
Till in His robe of right­eous­ness
We join the ran­somed throng.

Refrain