First Line: Faint, yet Dursuine.we press our way,

Faint, yet Dursuine. we press our way
Up to the glorious gates of day ;
Following Him who has gone before,
Over the path to the brighter shore.

Faint, yet pursuing, from day to day,
Over the thorny and blood-marked way ;
Strengthen and keep us, O Saviour Friend,
Ever pursuing, unto life's end !

2 Faint, yet pursuing, whate'er befal ;
He who has died for us, died for all :
So should they come as a mighty throng,
Bearing His banner aloft with song.

3 “Faint, yet pursuing, till eventide,
Under the cross of the Crucified ;
Knowing, when darkly are skies o'ercast,
Sorrow and sighing will end at last.

4 Faint, yet pursuing, the eye afar
Sees through the darkness the Morning Star,
Shedding its ray for the weary feet,
Lighting the way to the golden street.