The world's pleasures are great deceivers
Joy they promise, but never provide
I am bought with a price, to my lusts I have died.
Fight, fight or the treasure will soon fade
And eternal joy and satisfaction for worthless things, I'll trade
We are commanded to have what we can't do
But we learn His gifts enable and His grace is free and true
Fight, fight to see Christ and His glory
Or in doing good you will grow weary
Press on and finish the race
Prove the strength of God's grace
