2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honors of our Saviour God; When his salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin. 478

I FIGHT the good fight with all thy might, Christ is thy strength, and Christ thy right;

Lay hold on life, and it shall be
Thy joy and crown eternally.

2 Run the straight race thro' God's good grace,

Lift up thine eyes and seek his face,
Life with its way before us lies,
Christ is the path, and Christ the prize.

; Cast care aside, upon thy guide

Lean, and his mercy will provide;
Lean, and the trusting soul shall prove
Christ is its life, and Christ its love.

Faint not nor fear, his arms are near,
He changeth not, and thou art dear:
Only believe, and thou shalt see
That Christ is all in all to thee.

J. S. B. Monsell. 1863.

3 Religion bears our spirits up,
While we expect that blessed hope,-
The bright appearance of the Lord:
And faith stands leaning on his word.

CHRISTMAS. C. M.

George Frederick Handel. (1685-1759.)

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A heavenly

And an im - mor-tal crown.

2 Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

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 view the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine

In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

Isaac Watts. 1723

I O, NOT to fill the mouth of fame
My longing soul is stirred;
O, give me a diviner name:
Call me thy servant, Lord!

2 No longer would my soul be known As self-sustained and free;

O, not mine own, O, not mine own,
Lord, I belong to thee!

3 In each aspiring burst of prayer,
Sweet leave my soul would ask
Thine every burden, Lord, to bear,
To do thine every task.

4 Forever Lord, thy servant choose,—
Nought of thy claim abate!
The glorious name I would not lose,
Nor change the sweet estate.

5 In life, in death, on earth, in heaven,
No other name for me!
The same sweet style and title given
Through all eternity.

Thomas H. Gill. 1859.

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