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

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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.
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In your daily duty, standing up for right,
Are you sometimes weary—heart not always light?
  Doubt your Savior never,
  This your motto ever:
I can all things, all things do
Through Christ, which strengtheneth me.
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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.
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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.
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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.