In Rev. 2, 3

Ten promises, how unallor’d,
How in the word of God they shine,
What varied skill is there employ’d,
How are they full of power divine
To him who overcomes.
The “Tree of Life,” which is within
The sacred “paradise of God,”
No place for Satan or for sin,
Bought and secured by Jean’s blood
For him who overcomes.
“The second death,” the lake of tire,
No hurt no pain shall bring:
Justice, thou hast no righteous ire!
O Death, thou hast no poisoned sting!
For him who overcomes.
“The hidden manna,” heavenly cheer,
The precious secret stone of white,
With graven name, both new and clear,
These are the promises so bright
To him who overcomes.
The “Rod of Iron,” in the hand,
Power to rule the nations far;
No more to suffer, but command;
Behold as well “the morning star,”
For him who overcomes.
The raiment white, the written name,
In God’s eternal Book of Life;
This far exceeds the highest fame;
Then boldly war the Holy strife,
Ye saints, and overcome.
Their names before the hosts confessed,
Before the Majesty above,
Their wrongs in God’s own light redress’d,
These are the gifts of wondrous love
To those who overcome.
To be a pillar in the place
Where God Himself delights to dwell,
And there forever praise that Grace,
Whose depth and height none knows so well
As he who overcomes.
To sit with Christ upon His Throne,
To know and see Him face to face,
To know as ye yourselves are known!
Then run with eager step the race,
Ye saints, and overcome.