297.

S. M. FAWCETT.

Christian Fellowship.

1 BLEST is the tie that binds

Our hearts in Christian love! The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above.

2 Before our Father's throne

We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims, are one-
Our comforts and our cares.

3 We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.

4 When we are called to part,
It gives us mutual pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.

5 This glorious hope revives

Our courage by the way; While each in expectation lives, And longs to see the day.

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,
From sin we shall be free;

And perfect love and friendship reign
In vast eternity.

298.

C. M. EXETER. COLL

1 WITH pure delight the bosom glows,
Where love to God resides;

And blessed, and blessing, is his heart,
Where charity abides.

2 Prompted by love, to misery's call
He never shuts his ear;
And, o'er the sorrows others feel,
Oft sheds the silent tear.

3 Doth virtue in distress appear?
Doth grief the heart invade ?
Doth humble poverty complain,
And seek his friendly aid?

4 Benevolence his bosom warms,
And love his actions guides;

A friend in him the poor man finds;
In him the heart confides.

From him, the sweet rewards of love
On earth, are kept in store;

And God will be his constant friend,
His portion evermore.

299.

C. M. CENNICK.

1 BLEST is the dear, uniting love,
That will not let us part:

Our bodies may far off remove;
We still are one in heart!

2 Joined in one spirit to our Head,
Where he appoints we go;
We still in Jesus' footsteps tread,
And still his praise we show.
8 Oh may we ever walk in him,
And nothing know beside!
Nothing desire-nothing esteem,
But Jesus crucified!

4 Richly we share the Saviour's grace,
We're one in mind and heart;

Not joy, nor grief-not time, nor place.
Not life, nor death can part.

300.

S. M. HAWKER'S COLL.

1 ONCE more, before we part,
Oh bless the Saviour's name;
Let every tongue and every heart
Adore and praise the same.

2 Lord, in thy grace we came,
That blessing still impart;
We meet in Jesus' sacred name,
In Jesus' name we part.

3 Still on thy holy word

We'll live, and feed, and grow,
And still go on to know the Lord,
And practise what we know.

4 Now, Lord, before we part,
Help us to bless thy name;
Let every tongue and every heart
Adore and praise the same.

301.

C. M. VERMONT COLL.

Fellowship with God.

1 FROM all that 's mortal, all that 's vain,
And from this earthly clod;
Arise, our souls, and strive to gain
Sweet fellowship with God.

2 Not life, nor all the toys of art,
Nor pleasure's flow'ry road,
Can to our souls such bliss impart
As fellowship with God.

3 Not health, nor friendship here below,
Nor wealth, that golden load,

Can such delight or comfort show
As fellowship with God.

4 When we are made in love to bear
Affliction's needful rod,

Light, sweet, and kind the strokes appear,
Through fellowship with God.

5 So when the icy hand of death
Shall chill our flowing blood;
With joy we'll yield our latest breath
In fellowship with God.

302.

C. M. PRATT'S COLL

Joining the Church of Christ.

1 YE men and angels, witness now,
Before the Lord we speak ;

To him we make our solemn vow,
A vow we dare not break,-

2 That, long as life itself shall last,
Ourselves to Christ we yield;
Nor from his cause will we depart,
Or ever quit the field.

3 We trust not in our native strength,
But on his grace rely;

May he with our returning wants,
All needful aid supply.

4 Oh guide our doubtful feet aright,
And keep us in thy ways;

And while we turn our vows to prayers,
Turn thou our prayers to praise.

303.

L. M. WATTS.

The Christian Race.

1 AWAKE, our souls-away our fears,
Let every trembling thought be gone;
Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.

2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,

Who feel the strength of every saint ;

3 The mighty God, whose matchless power
Is ever new, and ever young;
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.

4 From thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a full supply;
While those who trust their native strength
Shall melt away-and droop-and die.

5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,

We'll mount aloft to thine abode ;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amid the heavenly road.

304.

C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

1 AWAKE, our souls-stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on:
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
A bright, immortal crown.

2 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls you from on high;

1 'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To each aspiring eye.

3 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold you in full survey :-
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge your way.

4 Blest Saviour-introduced by thee,
Have we our race begun;

And, crowned with victory, at thy feet
We'll lay our laurels down.

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305.

L. M. WATTS.

The Christian Warfare.

1 STAND up, our souls-shake off your fears, And gird the gospel armour on; March to the gates of endless joy, Where Jesus our great Captain's gone. 2 Hell and your sins resist your course; But hell and sin are vanquished foes; Your Jesus nailed them to the cross, And sung the triumph when he rose. 3 Then let our souls march boldly on, Press forward to the heavenly gate; There peace and joy eternal reign,

And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 4 There shall we wear a starry crown, And triumph in almighty grace; While all the armies of the skies Join in our glorious Leader's praise.

306.

L. M. MONTGOMERY.

The Christian Soldier.

1 THE Christian warrior, see him stand
In the whole armour of his God;
The spirit's sword is in his hand;
His feet are with the gospel shod:

2 In panoply of truth complete,
Salvation's helmet on his head,

With righteousness, a breastplate meet, And faith's broad shield before him spread.

3 With this omnipotence he moves,
From this the alien armies flee;

Till more than conqueror he proves,
Through Christ, who gives him victory.
4 Thus strong in his Redeemer's strength,
Sin, death and hell he tramples down,
Fights the good fight; and wins at length,
Through mercy, an immortal crown.

307.

C. M. WATTS.

ARE we the soldiers of the cross,

And followers of the Lamb?