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5 So shall I triumph o'er my fears,
COLDIERS of Christ, arise,
And gird your armor on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies
2 Strong in the Lord of hosts,
And in His mighty power,
The man who in the Saviour trusts
3 Stand, then, in His great might,
4 That, having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
You may o'ercome through Christ alone,
STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, gird the gospel armor on;
March to the gates of endless joy, Where Jesus thy great Captain's gone. 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course; But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes; Thy Saviour nail'd them to the cross. And sang the triumph when He rose.
3 Then let my soul march boldly on,Press forward to the heavenly gate; There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glitt'ring robes for conq'rors wait.
4 There shall I wear a starry crown,
MI a soldier of the cross,
A foll'wer of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own His cause,
2 Must I be carried to the skies
While others fought to win the prize,
3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
Y soul, be on thy guard;
Ten thousand foes arise;
2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray;
3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won,
Nor lay thine armor down;
4 Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God;
He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,
me for the war,
And teach my hands to fight;
My simple, upright heart prepare,
2 Control my ev'ry thought;
And all my sins remove;
Let all my works in Thee be wrought,
3 Oh, arm me with the mind,
4 Oh, may I love like Thee!
But nothing Thou hast made.
5 Oh, may I learn the art,
With meekness to reprove!
And hate the sin with all my heart,
WEET was the time when first I felt The Saviour's pard'ning blood Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God.
2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd,
And, when the evening shades prevail'd,
3 In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord, And saw His glory shine;
And, when I read His holy word,
4 Now when the evening shade prevails,
And when the morn the light reveals,
5 Now Satan threatens to prevail,
TAY, Thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done Thee such despite; Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take Thine everlasting flight.
2 Though I have steel'd my stubborn heart,
3 Though I have most unfaithful been
4 Yet, oh, the chief of sinners spare
5 This only woe I deprecate,
This only plague I pray remove,
Nor curse me with this want of love.
6 E'en now my weary soul release,
Upraise me with Thy gracious hand,