Before the clock strikes twelve
And the day is done
What will I face
How will I run
This great race
With every marker set in place
Through lush green valleys
And desert wastelands
Mountain heights
And ocean depths
Stretched to the limit
To breaking point
Then soothed and rested
By pools of living water
This eternal fountain never runs dry
I drink and I thirst no more
My eyes set on Jesus
My destiny and high calling
Toward the finishing line
Where Christ awaits
My ultimate prize