2 Soon and for ever—such promise our trust— Though ashes to ashes, and dust be to dust, Soon and for ever our union shall be Made perfect, our glorious Redeemer, in thee: When the cares and the sorrows of time shall be o’er, Its pangs and its partings remembered no more; Where life can not fail and where death can not sever, Christians with Christ shall be soon and for ever. 3 Soon and for ever the work shall be done, The warfare accomplished, the victory won; Soon and for ever the soldier lay down The sword for a harp, the cross for a crown: Then droop not in sorrow, despond not in fear, A glorious to-morrow is brightening and near, When—blesséd reward for each faithful endeavor— Christians with Christ shall be soon and for ever! TEMPTATIONS AND CONFLICTS. 845 L. M. When I would do good, evil is present. Rom. 7:21. In thee, O Lord, I put my trust, Thou art my portion and my song; Thy ways, with me, are always just, But mine, with thee, are often wrong. 2 I can not do the things I would, For sin is in my flesh concealed; So evil takes the place of good, And all my weakness stands revealed. 3 But thou, O Lord, canst make me clean, And give me strength to do the right; While on thy promises I lean, All darkness changes into light. 4 O give me grace the wrong to shun, The right to follow all my days, And when life’s victory is won, Then will I give thee all the praise. 846 L. M. We are more than conquerors. Rom. 8:37. The Christian warrior, see him stand In the whole armor of his God; The Spirit’s sword is in his hand, His feet are with the gospel shod. 2 In panoply of truth complete, Salvation’s helmet on his head, With righteousness, a breastplate meet; And faith’s broad shield before him spread. 3 With this, omnipotence he moves; From this the alien armies flee; Till more than conqueror he proves, Through Christ, who gives him victory. 4 Thus, strong in his Redeemer’s strength, Sin, death, and hell he tramples down, Fights the good fight, and wins at length, Through mercy, an immortal crown. 847 L. M. Put on the whole armor of God. Eph. 6:11. Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes; See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a numerous host; Awake, my soul, or thou art lost. 2 See where rebellious passions rage, And fierce desires and lust engage; The meanest foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands slain.