No one can ever reach that eternal rest, who hath not forward with strong, bigger press.
No one can ever reach that shining goal, unless he forward-press with heart and soul.
His urgent strike must last until the end, and this alone our hopes must all depend.
Narrow the gate is called, the way named small.
But grace and choice are free for one and all, but all depends on pressing, pressing
on, by that alone the haven can be won.
Make strong, ye strong resistance, O my soul, to all that comes between thee and thy goal.
Against every hindrance fight, stand firm, stand steady.
For those who forward-press, the crown is ready.
If you the joys of heaven would ever taste, press forward past each hindrance.
Be in haste, leave, leave, O leave the wiles of all the world, thy banner of resistance
still unfurled.
When the world calls thee, come, and with us go, do not obey, that pathway leads to woe.
What the world asks, refuse at any cost.
If you comply, dear soul, you will be lost.
For love of Christ, I offer this advice, strive in God's strength.
This is the crown's own price.
To every hindrance, make resistance strong.
The crown is worth the strife, however long.
The heaven of glory is worth all thy life, worth all thy praying, longing, all thy strife.
No disappointment to that ground can live.
The crown is worth all longing now can't kill.
Therefore, wake up, and sharply look around, make ready for the judgment's trumpet sound.
For wedding garment, pure in white and whole, will be required of every supplyant soul who
seeks an entrance to that city fair.
Therefore, awaken, and thyself, prepare.
You cannot anchor on that heavenly shore, nor enter in that land prepared before, unless
you have the offered life of faith.
For this the scripture very plainly saith.
To his faith alone that can the sinner save, entrancing you from out the cruel grave.
Then listen, dear, and arise from thy sad hall.
One's grace abundant is, and free for all.
Believe, repent, and hear the Savior say, in words of beauty, this, this is the way.
The world is all invited, let all come, and take by force a crown within that home.
The Lord is willing, anxious to bestow this gift, on all who in his way will go.
Spare not thyself the struggle, but press on, and soon, fault soon, the victory will
be won.
God's hand doth seek thy soul, he'll give thee rest.
Jesus is knocking, seeking for thy best.
Wait, to his God's spirit that disturbs thy sleep, they only will be saved, who vigils
he be.
O может,
O capaz.
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