R. H. Pope

P.M.

SOLDIER, soldier, fighting in the world’s great strife,

On thyself relying, battling for thy life;

Trust thyself no longer,

Trust to Christ—He’s stronger:

I can all things, all things do

Through Christ, which strengtheneth me.

2

In your daily duty, standing up for right,

Are you sometimes weary—heart not always light?

Doubt your Saviour never,

This your motto ever:

I can all things, all things do

Through Christ, which strengtheneth me.

3

If your way be weary He will help you through—

Help you in your troubles and your pleasures too;

Say when Satan’s by you;

Say when all things try you:

I can all things, all things do

Through Christ, which strengtheneth me.

4

In a world of trouble, tempted oft to stray,

You need never stumble, Satan cannot stay,

Will but tempt you vainly,

If you tell him plainly

I can all things, all things do

Through Christ, which strengtheneth me.

5

Jesus’ power is boundless, boundless as the sea;

He is always able, able to keep me,

Power bring from my weakness,

Glory from my meekness:

I can all things, all things do

Through Christ, which strengtheneth me.