1 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 thro’ Christ which strength-‘neth me.
2 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 thro’ Christ which strength-‘neth 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 thro’ Christ which strength-‘neth 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 thro’ Christ which strength-‘neth me.
5 Jesus’ pow’r is boundless, boundless as the sea;
He is always able, Able to keep me,
Pow’r bring from my weakness, Glory from my meekness:
I can all things, all things do thro’ Christ which strength-‘neth me.
