Verse 1
That finish’d holiness
My calling’s prize I see,
Consummate love, and perfect peace
And spotless purity;
The nature and the mind
And image of my Lord,
I follow on with Christ to find,
With paradise restor’d.

Verse 2
In all the works of faith
My object I pursue,
And strive in duty’s narrow path
To keep the prize in view;
In sure and patient hope
I grasp the crown above,
And strain to reach the mountain-top
In all the toils of love.

Verse 3
I urge the race begun,
The cross of Jesus bear,
And fight, and strive, and wrestle on
In agony of prayer;
In Jesu’s footsteps tread,
Hard following after God,
Partake the travail of my Head,
And sweat his sweat of blood.

Verse 4
A thousand times I faint,
Yet rise with spirit new,
With warmer zeal and keener want
My Saviour to pursue;
Saviour, my all Thou art,
Enter this strugling breast,
And bid me now in peace depart
To love’s eternal rest.