Mrs. E. W. Griswold
“FAINT, yet pursuing,” we press our way
Up to the glorious gates of day;
Following Him who has gone before,
Over the path to the brighter shore.
“Faint, yet pursuing,” from day to day,
Over the sure and the blood-marked way;
Strengthen and keep us, O Saviour, Friend,
Ever pursuing, unto life’s end.
2
“Faint, yet pursuing,” whate’er befall,
He who has died for us, died for all;
So should they come, as a mighty throng
Bearing His banner aloft with song.
3
“Faint, yet pursuing,” till eventide,
Under the cross of the Crucified;
Knowing, when darkly are skies o’ercast,
Sorrow and sighing will end at last.
4
“Faint, yet pursuing,” the eye afar
Sees through the darkness the Morning Star,
Shedding its ray for the weary feet,
Keeping the way, to the golden street.
