Him will I make that overcomes
And stems the advancing flood,
A pillar of might, with glory light,
In the temple of my God.

Then may each saint his courage take
From Thee, victorious Lord;
And still hold fast, to the very last,
Thine own most sacred word.

For yet a few short hours of toil,
And the conflict will be o’er;
And echoing cries of triumph rise
From the glory-lighted shore.