'I know well whom I have believed,' he said, 'And my persuasion is complete that He Is able to keep that which I have given In trust to Him against the coming day. Yea, ye will surely send me hence to die; The time of my departure ye have set; So much is in your power to do to me; But there is more, far more, beyond your power. Life ye can take, but not the good of life. The good of life is lodged where it is safe, And life indeed no power can take from me; That is committed to almighty hands, Almighty, and all-faithful, and all-wise: There it is mine, inalienably mine. So there is that in me which bides secure From any terror men can threat me with. A witness in my heart attests that I Have fought the good fight, fought it to the end; That I have run my race and touched the goal; Through all temptation, I have kept the faith. I strain my eyes before me and I see, Shining, a crown, the crown of righteousness, Held in the hand once pierced and pierced for me Of the arisen Lord and glorified, The righteous Judge who will award the prize. That prize he holds for me'--"Hereon," Luke said, "Paul turned toward where I stood--O, how I wished There had been many others with me then To hear what I heard, and to take his look, That kindling look of large vicarious hope!-- Paul turned toward me his heaven-illumined face, And added: 'Yea, for me holds--nor for me Alone, but with me all men also who Have loved the bright appearing of the Lord. 'I have been bound, but not the word of God; That has run freely, sped around the world. I am to die, but the quick word of God, So much incapable of dying, lives Forever an invulnerable life. This Roman empire, like those empires old, Will crumble into dust and pass away; The temples and the palaces of Rome Will vanish like a vision from men's eyes; But the majestic kingdom of my God Will stand forever and forever grow. Within its walls, I have not built in vain; For I have founded on a corner-stone That never will be moved. The earth we tread Will tremble and be moved out of its place; The heavens above us, sun and moon and star, Will yet be rolled together like a scroll, Or folded like a vestment laid aside; But what on Jesus Christ for corner-stone I, with much prayer and many tears, in faith Have builded to the glory of His grace, Will still in ever-during beauty shine.