war:

Awake! the powers of hell are near!
To arms to arms! I hear him cry,
"T is yours to conquer or to die!
Rous'd by the animating sound,
I cast my eager eyes around,
Make haste to gird my armour on,
And bid each trembling fear be gone.

Hope is my helmet, faith my shield, Thy word, my God, the sword I wield;

With sacred truth my loins are girt, And holy zeal inspires my heart.

Thus arm'd, I venture on the fight, Resolv'd to put my foes to flight, While Jesus kindly deigns to spread His conqu'ring banner o'er my head.

5 In him I hope, in him I trust, His bleeding cross is all my boast; Through troops of foes he 'll lead

Rejoice that his blood hath washed
you clean;

Of that mercy which snatch'd you
from sin and from hell
To other poor sinners remember to
tell.

7 Him strong to redeem, ye islanders, praise;

8

Created by him who saves the lost

race,

With shouts never-ceasing extol the Most High,

And welcome the blessings he brings from the sky. Let earth, air, and ocean, now lift

up their voice,

In heavenly emotion creation rejoice; In time and for ever we 'll sing the

new song,

And louder than thunder we'll roll

it along.

1

Tune-Mount Zion.

WHILE here I sit at Jesus' feet,

Amid this vale of tears,

I'll trust his grace and sing his praise,

Nor yield to doubts and fears.

2 And when on Zion's hill I see
My Saviour face to face,
I'll range the land of liberty,
And endless anthems raise.

3 Oh, then, how happy shall I be,
When landed on the shore;

I'll wave my palm of victory,
And sing for evermore.

298. Evening Hymn.

1

D.C.M.

Tune-Oh, what a happy meeting.'

AND now, while daylight closes,

To bring the hour of rest,

My spirit soft reposes

On the Redeemer's breast.
While on his aid relying,

I shall not yield to fear;
Living, or dead, or dying,
My Saviour still is near.

2 He saw my soul in danger,
And bid me seek his face;
He said, 'Poor wand'ring stranger,
Come, taste my pard'ning grace.'
My heart for sin was mourning;
I pray'd to be forgiven,
And soon, to Jesus turning,
I felt the joy of heaven.

3 He chased all my sadness,

And fill'd me with his love,
And then, with songs of gladness,
My heart was rais'd above.
I sing the pleasing story
Of Jesus' cleansing blood;
I'm on my way to glory,

And soon shall cross the flood.

4 And now life's sun is clouded,
My day is nearly o'er;
I quickly must be shrouded,
And live on earth no more.
The angels now are waiting-
They beckon me away:
Farewell, my friends beloved,
I'm bound for endless day.

ALTERED BY JOHN STAMP.

Look aloft.
Tune-Noah's Ark.

1 IN the tempest of life, when the

wave and the gale

Are around and above, if thy footing should fail,

If thine eye should grow dim and thy courage depart,

Look aloft, and be firm, and be fearless of heart.

Chorus-Glory be to Jesus, &c.

2 If the friends who embraced in prosperity's glow,

With a smile for each joy and a tear for each woe,

Should betray thee when sorrows like clouds are arrayed,

Look aloft to the friendship that never can fade.

3 Should the vision which hope spreads in light to thine eye, Like the tints of the rainbow but brighten to fly,

Then turn, and through tears of repentant regret,

Look aloft to the sun that never can

Lo! the angel tribes appear,
Weep not for me,
Waiting to convey me there,

Weep not for me;
Soon from earth I take my flight
To the realms of endless light,
From Calvary's to Zion's height.

Weep not for me;

3 Dry your tears, a crown I see– Weep not for me; I'll wave a palm of victory,

Weep not for me; My song of love eternally, Shall echo'd through bright Canaan be,

Triumphing in ecstasy:

Weep not for me. 4 Death is stealing o'er my frame, Weep not for me; I'm happy still through Jesu's name, Weep not for me; His soul-sustaining power I feel, The hope, with him I love to dwell, Bears up my drooping spirits still : Weep not for me.

5 Nearer still approach the host, Weep not for me, Jordan soon I shall have crossed, Weep not for me; Then, embracing Christ my king, I shall of salvation sing Making heaven's high arches ring: Weep not for me. 6 Farewell, dear friends, I feel I'm going, Weep not for me. Glory ever keep pursuing,

Weep not for me;

Follow after and attain,
Patience under grief and pain,
Then in glory's rapture reign,

Eternally.
E. SQUIRE.

301. COME, brethren, and sing our

The Latter-day Glory.

1

Saviour and king,

With highest hosannas creation shall ring;

Continue the strain, repeat it again, And shout, hallelujah, amen and

amen.

2 The mountains bring peace, the

little hills grace, Join, angels, with sinners in anthems of praise;

303. Blessings on the Lamb.

1

BLE

Tune-Iceland.

LESSINGS for ever on the Lamb!
Who bore the curse for wretched
man;

Let angels sound the sacred name;
And every creature say, Amen.
Chorus.

And we'll sing hallelujah
To the King of Mount Zion.

304. Light in Darkness.

Tune-Erin go Bragh.

1 THOUGH the morning of life should be gloomy and clouded, Though the noontide in storms and

in tempests should rave, The evening in darkness, thick darkness, be shrouded, And low'ring should close in the night of the grave; Yet the faithful, undaunted, with hope strong and cheering, Goes through the dark valley, nor doubting, nor fearing, With transport looks up to the joyful appearing,

Of him who came lowly to seek and

to save.

To arms, to arms, ye brave,
See, see the standard wave,

March on, march, the trumpet
sounds,

For victory or death.

2 Launch out a feeble arm no longer, Rush, rush on contest, win the day, The foe turns pale, the saint grows stronger,

3

While great Immanuel leads the way.

No more a hoard of terrors nourish,
Nor seem of every hope bereft,
For on the right hand and the left,
The heavenly tempered armies
flourish.
Chorus-To arms, &c.
The treacherous world stands yon-
der smiling,

And points to wealth's delight and fame,

More venomed than the serpent coiling

She leads to anguish, want, and pain.

Fly her embrace, disdain her fury; What though her legions she engage?

From all the follies of her rage, The shield of faith can well secure

A Sabbath Song of Praise.

306. Tune-God save the Queen.
JOY sounds her sweetest lay
On each glad Sabbath day-
Jesus the theme.

1

His love our souls inspire-
His Spirit's holy fire
Tune every heart and lyre;
Praise ye the Lord.

2 Angels his mercies tell,
Love on his grace to dwell-

Jesus their theme.

Higher their hymns of praise
Than, in the first of days,
Creation woke their lays,
Praising the Lord.

3 Sweetest and best of days,
Thy hours be fill'd with praise-
Jesus the theme.

Though clouds our way o'ercast,
Yet, till our days be past,
While breath and being last,

Praise we the Lord.

307. Those Happy Hours.

Tune-Those Evening Bells.' 1 THOSE happy hours, those happy

hours,

But now secure on heaven's blest strand,

For harbour spirits weep no more.

30 might some friend from yonder skies,

Descend to tell his happy state: The raptures sparkling in his eyes, Would joys unspeakable relate. Then, as he spread the ready wing, To reach his own felicity; Sweet would the rising seraph sing, O Christian! weep no more for me. REV. DR COLLYER.

309.

1

Heaven.
Tune-Adeste Fideles.

H! happy immortals, who, in

OH! bliss celestial,

Escaped from the sorrows of lingering time,

Far from the scenes I wander o'er terrestrial,

Indulge in glowing pleasure all

divine.