When I've Run the Race Before Me

When I’ve Run the Race Before
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.
I’ll be raptured into glory,
In the Holy City dwell —
New Jerusalem, New Jerusalem;
With the overcomers shouting,
How our praises then will swell,
In the New Jerusalem.
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.
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.
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.
By His love and through His grace I’ll
In the Holy City live —
New Jerusalem, New Jerusalem;
All saints leaping, singing, shouting,
To the Lord their praises give,
In the New Jerusalem.