4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; 5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, In robes of victory through the skies, 401 1 SOLDIERS of Christ, arise, And put your armor on Watts. Strong in the strength which God supplies 2 Strong in the Lord of Hosts, 3 And in his mighty power; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, 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, Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone, 5 From strength to strength go on, Tread all the powers of darkness down, 402 Christian Warfare and Victory. S. M. C. Wesley L. M 1 STAND up, my soul-shake 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, And sung 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. 403 1 Bearing the Cross. Mark viii. 38. DIDS And shall I fear to own thy name, 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; Watts. Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine, cold. 4 Let mockers scoff-the world defame, C. M. Kirkham. 404 The Christian Race. Isa. xl. 28—31. 2 True 'tis a strait and thorny road, L. M 3 The mighty God, whose matchless power We'll mount aloft to thine abode ; Spiritual Sloth. 405 Nothing has half thy work to do, 2 The little ants for one poor grain Yet we, who have a heaven t'obtain, 3 We for whose sake all nature stands, 4 We for whom God the Son came down How careless to secure that crown 5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still, 6 Then shall our active spirits move; With hands of faith and wings of love, Benevolence of Jesus. Acts x. 38. Watts. C. M. Watts. 406 L.M. 1 HEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, day, But miracles of power and grace, 4 But he who marks, from day to day, 407 Charity. Matt. xxv. 40. 1 JESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace! How shall I count the matchless sum? What can my poverty bestow, 3 But thou hast brethren here below, 4 In them thou may'st be clothed and fed, And in their accents of distress 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. 408 1 FA Pity for the Distressed. Gibbons. C. M. Doddridge. C. M ATHER of mercies, send thy grace To form in our obedient souls The image of thy love. 2 Oh may our sympathizing breasts 3 When the most helpless sons of grief Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, 4 So Jesus looked on dying meu, 5 On wings of love the Saviour flew, 409 "To whom shall we go?" John vi. 67. 1 THO Doddridge. HOU only Sovereign of my heart, A wretched wanderer from my Lord? On these my fainting spirit lives; 6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie; L. M Mrs. Steele. |