R. H. Pope (368/413) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs

R. H. Pope SOLDIER, soldier, fighting in the world’s great strife, On thyself relying, battling for thy life; Trust thyself no longer, Trust to Christ—He’s stronger: I can all things, all things do Through Christ, which strengtheneth me. 2 In your daily duty, standing up for right, Are you sometimes weary—heart not always light? Doubt your Saviour never, This your motto ever: I can all things, all things do Through Christ, which strengtheneth me. 3 If your way be weary He will help you through— Help you in your troubles and your pleasures too; Say when Satan’s by you; Say when all things try you: I can all things, all things do Through Christ, which strengtheneth me. 4 In a world of trouble, tempted oft to stray, You need never stumble, Satan cannot stay, Will but tempt you vainly, If you tell him plainly I can all things, all things do Through Christ, which strengtheneth me. 5 Jesus’ power is boundless, boundless as the sea; He is always able, able to keep me, Power bring from my weakness, Glory from my meekness: I can all things, all things do Through Christ, which strengtheneth me.