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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.
And all thy armies shine
Watts. 401 Strong in the Lord.”
S. M. 1
SOLDIERS of Christ, arise,
And put your armor on;
Through his eternal Son-
And in his mighty power ;
Is more than conqueror.
With all his strength endued ; And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God.
And all your conflicts passed,
And stand entire at last.
Wrestle, and fight, and pray:
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 ;
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 ;
And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 5 There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace ;
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,
Or thy disciple be ?
To suffer shame or loss ;
And glory in thy cross.
And make me truly bold;
Nor love nor zeal grow cold.
And treat me with disdain ;
Let every trembling thought be gone;
And put a cheerful courage on.
And mortal spirits tire and faint ;
Who feeds the strength of every saint.
3 The mighty God, whose matchless power
Is ever new, and ever young;
Their everlasting circles run.
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.
Labor, and toil, and strive ;
How negligent we live!
And stars their courses move-
Come flying from above-
And labored for our good-
He purchased with his blood!
And never act our parts ?
And wake and warm our hearts. 6 Then shall our active spirits move ;
Upward our souls shall rise :
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 ;
Be witnessed by each rolling sun.
Who much receives, but nothing gives, Whom none can love, whom none can thank
Creation's blot, creation's blank.
With generous acts his radiant way,
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,
Before thy Father's face.
And visited and cheered ; And in their accents of distress
My Saviour's voice is heard.
I in the poor would see ;
Than hold it back from thee. Doddridge. 408 Pity for the Distressed.
C.M 1 FATI
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,
for others' wo.
In low distress are laid,
And swift our hands to aid.
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.