run the straight race
with God's good grace
lift up thine eyes
and see his face
life with its way before us lies
Christ is the prize
Christ s the path
when you go through all the length
Christ will be thy strength
when you move up the hill
Jesus shall be thy will
even when you approach your darkest fear
Christ will be near
run the straight race
with God's good grace
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