2 Timothy 4

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⁶My race is run; my warfare’s o’er;

the solemn hour is nigh,

When, offer’d up to God, my soul

shall wing its flight on high.

⁷With heav’nly weapons I have fought

the battles of the Lord;

Finish’d my course, and kept the faith,

depending on his word.

⁸Henceforth there is laid up for me

a crown which cannot fade;

The righteous Judge at that great day

shall place it on my head.

4 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.

¹⁸From ev’ry snare and evil work

his grace shall me defend,

And to his heav’nly kingdom safe

shall bring me in the end.