If you run the good race and keep pressing on,
Through dusk and dark till the morning’s dawn,
You’ll stand in God’s light where shadows are gone,
With the crown of his blessing forever put on.
The Lord will be yours, and his heart will be near—
No sorrow, no sighing, no worry, and no fear.
With a whisper, he will speak for all to hear—
“My child, I have loved you year after year.”
Through trials and trouble, storm and flame,
He’s calling his children, each by name.
The victory’s promised. The prize he will give
To all who stay faithful and for him will live.
So run, relentless runner. The finish in sight,
The gates of his Kingdom are shining so bright.
Your Father is waiting with arms open wide,
For the children he’s gathering forever inside.
