One Thing I Do

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Morn, noon, and night,
Through days o'ercast and bright,
My purpose still is one;
I have one end in view,
Only one thing I do
Until my object's won.
Behind my back I fling,
Like an unvalued thing,
My former self and ways;
And stretching forward far
I seek the things that are
Beyond time's lagging days.
I have the prize in view,
Whose worth no words can show;
This prize I seek alone:
All things are dung and dross,
All things I count but loss,
For Jesus fully known.
The day declineth fast,
Almost its hours are past,
Its luster waneth now:
That other heavenly day,
With its enduring ray,
Will soon light up my brow.
O may I follow still,
Faith's pilgrimage fulfill,
With steps both sure and fleet:
The longed-for goal I see:
Jesus is there for me:
Haste, haste, my weary feet.
"Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended; but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus." (Phil. 3:13, 1413Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, 14I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 3:13‑14).)