My Race is Run; My Warfare's O'er

My race is run; my warfare's o'er

Author: Isaac Watts
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My race is run; my warfare’s o’er;
the solemn hour is nigh,
When, offered up to God, my soul
shall wing its flight on high.

With heav’nly weapons I have fought
the battles of the Lord;
Finished my course, and kept the faith,
depending on his word.

Henceforth there is laid up for me
a crown which cannot fade;
The righteous Judge at that great day
shall place it on my head.

Nor hath the Sov’reign Lord decreed
this prize for me alone;
But for all such as love like me
th’ appearance of his Son.

From ev’ry snare and evil work
his grace shall me defend,
And to his heav’nly kingdom safe
shall bring me in the end.

Scottish Psalms and Paraphrases

Author: Isaac Watts

Isaac Watts was the son of a schoolmaster, and was born in Southampton, July 17, 1674. He is said to have shown remarkable precocity in childhood, beginning the study of Latin, in his fourth year, and writing respectable verses at the age of seven. At the age of sixteen, he went to London to study in the Academy of the Rev. Thomas Rowe, an Independent minister. In 1698, he became assistant minister of the Independent Church, Berry St., London. In 1702, he became pastor. In 1712, he accepted an invitation to visit Sir Thomas Abney, at his residence of Abney Park, and at Sir Thomas' pressing request, made it his home for the remainder of his life. It was a residence most favourable for his health, and for the prosecution of his literary… Go to person page >

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Title: My Race is Run; My Warfare's O'er
Author: Isaac Watts