See how the wicked kingdom Is falling ev'ry day! And still our blessed Jesus Is winning souls away. But O how I am tempted No mortal tongue can tell: So often I'm surrounded With enemies from hell. With weeping and with praying, My Jesus I have found, To crucify old nature, And make His grace abound. Dear children, don't be weary, But march on in the way; For Jesus will stand by you, And be your guard and stay.