When my heart is weary, when my soul is weak
When it seems I can't traverse the trail before me
I survey the glory of your agony
And I find the will to fight for what's before meCause you ran the race enduring for you glory
I fix my eyes on you, the founder and the finisher of our faith
I fix my eyes on you, so solace in your suffering is my strength
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