This hymn is reproduced with the kind permission of John Tindall
The saints of old, with hearts ablaze,
By faith they ran their earthly ways,
Their eyes upon the city bright,
Engaged in God's eternal light.
With hope's sure promise, strong and true,
They saw what mortal eyes could not view,
Invisible glories, joys untold,
Awaiting them in streets of gold.
Behold your Saviour, King of grace,
Who bore the cross, and won the race!
With holy strength, and joy divine,
Let faith's true path before you shine.
Each weight of sin, each hindering chain,
Cast off, and seek your heavenly gain.
Through trials deep, and sorrows keen,
God's righteousness shall intervene.
The Jesus who your journey planned,
Who called you forth with loving hand,
Awaits to crown your vict'ry won,
When earthly race is fully done.
Lift up your hands, let grace impart,
New strength and corage to your heart.
With Christ, our Champion, ever near,
We'll finish strong, and know no fear,
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