1 Friends of God whose faith abounded
have their victories told aloud;
by such witnesses surrounded,
Christ's unseen, uncounted crowd,
we take up the unfinished race,
chosen, trained, inspired by grace.

2 Confident and persevering,
firmly let us run to win,
stripped of all the interfering
rags and shreds of stubborn sin;
still on Jesus fix our eyes,
faith's foundation and its prize.

3 Jesus, for the joy before him
made a crown of thorns his own,
seated now where we adore him,
high upon his Father's throne;
see the shame which he endured,
share the triumph he secured.

Christopher Idle
© Christopher Idle/Jubilate Hymns Ltd
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