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4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign;

Increase my courage, Lord ; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,

Supported by thy word. 5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,

Shall conquer, though they die ; They see the triumph from afar,

And faith accounts it nigh.
6 When that illustrious day shall rise,

And all thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

Watts. 401 Strong in the Lord.

S. M. 1

SOLDIERS of Christ, arise,

And put your armor on;
Strong in the strength which God supplies

Through his eternal Son-
2 Strong in the Lord of Hosts,

And in his mighty power ;
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,

Is more than conqueror.
3 Stand then in his great might,

With all his strength endued ; And take, to arm you for the fight,

The panoply of God.
4 That having all things done,

And all your conflicts passed,
Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone,

And stand entire at last.
5 From strength to strength go on,

Wrestle, and fight, and pray:
Tread all the powers of darkness down,

And win the well-fought day. C. Wesley 402

Christian Warfare and Victory. L. M 1 STAND up, my soulshake off thy fears,

And 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 vanquished foes ;

And sung


Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross,

the triumph when he rose. 3 What though thine inward lusts rebel ?

'Tis but a struggling gasp for life ; The weapons of victorious grace

Shall slay thy sins, and end the strife. 4 Then let my soul march boldly on,

Press forward to the heavenly gate ;
There peace and joy eternal reign,

And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 5 There shall I wear a starry crown,

And triumph in almighty grace ;
While all the armies of the skies

Join in my glorious Leader's praise. Watts. 403 Bearing the Cross. Mark viii. 38. C.M.

IDST thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame,

And bear the cross for me,
And shall I fear to own thy name,

Or thy disciple be ?
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should dread

To suffer shame or loss ;
Oh let me in thy footsteps tread,

And glory in thy cross.
3 Inspire my soul with life divine,

And make me truly bold;
Lét knowledge, faith, and meekness shine,

Nor love nor zeal grow cold.
4 Let mockers scoff-the world defame,

And treat me with disdain ;
Still may I glory in thy name,
And count reproach my gain.

404 The Christian Race. Isa. xl. 28—31. L. M

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 feeds the strength of every saint.

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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 such as 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 ily, Nor tire amidst the heavenly road,

Watts. 405 Spiritual Sloth.

C.M. 1 My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? Nothing has half thy work to do,

Yet nothing's half so dull.
2 The little ants for one poor grain

Labor, and toil, and strive ;
Yet we, who have a heaven tobtain,

How negligent we live!
3 We for whose sake all nature stands,

And stars their courses move-
We for whose guard the angel bands

Come flying from above-
4 We for whom God the Son came down

And labored for our good-
How careless to secure that crown

He purchased with his blood!
5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,

And never act our parts ?
Come, Holy Spirit, come and fill

And wake and warm our hearts. 6 Then shall our active spirits move ;

Upward our souls shall rise :
With hands of faith and wings of love,
We'll fly and take the prize.

Watts. 406

Benevolence of Jesus. Acts x. 38. 1 WWEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay,

What were his works from day to day,


But miracles of power and grace,

That spread salvation through our race? 2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view

Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue ;
Let alms bestowed, let kindness done

Be witnessed by each rolling sun.
3 That man may last, but never tives,

Who much receives, but nothing gives, Whom none can love, whom none can thank

Creation's blot, creation's blank.
4 But he who marks, from day to day,

With generous acts his radiant way,
Treads the same path his Saviour trod,
The path to glory and to God.

Gibbons. 407 Charity. Matt. xxv. 40.

C. M. 1 JESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace! How shall I count the matchless sum?

How pay the mighty debt ? 2 High on a throne of radiant light

Dost thou exalted shine ; What can my poverty bestow,

When all the worlds are thine ? 3 But thou hast brethren here below,

The partners of thy grace,
And wilt confess their humble names

Before thy Father's face.
4 In them thou may'st be clothed and fed,

And visited and cheered ; And in their accents of distress

My Saviour's voice is heard.
5 Thy face, with reverence and with love,

I in the poor would see ;
Oh rather let me beg my bread

Than hold it back from thee. Doddridge. 408 Pity for the Distressed.


ATHER of mercies, send thy grace

All powerful from above, To form in our obedient souls The image of thy love.

2 Oh may our sympathizing breasts

That generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others' joy,

for others' wo.
3 When the most helpless sons of grief

In low distress are laid,
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,

And swift our hands to aid.
4 So Jesus looked on dying meu,

When throned above the skies; And 'midst the embraces of thy love,

He felt compassion rise. 5 On wings of love the Saviour flew,

To raise us from the ground; And gave the richest of his blood, A balm for every wound.

Doddridge 409 «To whom shall we go?” John vi. 67. L.M 1 THOU only

Sovereign of my heart, My refuge, my almighty FriendAnd can my soul from thee depart,

On whom alone my hopes depend ? 2 Whither, ah whither shall I go, A wretched wanderer from my

Lord ? Can this dark world of sin and wo

One glimpse of happiness afford ? 3 Eternal life thy words impart;

On these my fainting spirit lives; Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart

Than all the round of nature gives. 4 Let earth's alluring joys combine

While thou art near, in vain they call; One smile, one blissful smile of thine,

My dearest Lord, outweighs them all. 5 Thy name my inmost powers adore,

Thou art my life, my joy, my care ; Depart from thee!' 'tis death! 'tis more ;

"Tis endless ruin, deep despair! 6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie;

Here safety dwells, and peace divine ; Still let me 'live beneath thine eye,

For life, eternal life is thine. Mrs. Steele.

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