When I’ve run the race before me

When I’ve run the race before me
And have fought to victory,
I’ll be raptured to the glory of the Lord;
When I’ve kept the faith at any cost,
The Holy City then
I’ll receive as my reward.

As a pilgrim here I wander;
While afflicted, I rejoice,
For a better land I soon expect to see;
Though all others seek for earthly gain,
The Holy City e’er
Will my aspiration be.

Though my feet are often wearied
On the rough and rugged path,
Just by thinking of that city, I’m restored;
Though my eyes be filled with tears,
My heart will evermore be fixed
On that City, my reward.

With strong purpose I now wrestle,
And I run toward the goal;
I pursue the prize, God’s highest to obtain;
Pressing forward toward the mark,
I run forgetting all behind,
Thus the Holy City gain.