Poems (Hoffman)/To Him that Overcometh
TO HIM THAT OVERCOMETH
When we have overcome all thingsThat were so hard to meet down here,I shall not care for crowns or wings,Or anything that angels wear;And yet there will be something sweet,I cannot half express the thought,But with tired heart and aching feet,A little glimpse my soul has caught,When some soul-height in pain is won,Of something brighter than the sun.
To him that overcometh, oh!I cannot care for throne or crown,My soul has met and wrestled soWith powers that tried to drag it down;I only know I did not fall,But met and overcame them all;And yet not I, some unseen force,And who shall say that Heaven's white horseBore not a silent warrior forthTo fight between me and the foe,Because I prayed and struggled so,Though tired and spent?