4 What though thine inward lusts rebel, "Tis but a struggling gasp for life; The weapons of victorious grace Shall slay thy sins, and end thy strife. 5 Then let my soul march boldly on, Press forward to the heav'nly gate; There peace and joy eternal reign, And glitt'ring robes for conqu'rors wait. 6 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. 625. 1 A1 Christian Fortitude. (C. M.) M I a soldier of the cross, 2 Must I be carried to the skies, While others fought to win the prize, 3 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; 4 When that illustrious day shall rise, In robes of vict'ry thro' the skies, 26. 1 2 The Heavenly Voyage. (P. M.) JE ESUS, at thy command, For thee I fain would all resign, And sail to heav'n with thee and thine. Thou art my pilot wise; My soul each storm defies, 3 Though rocks and quicksands deep, Yet Christ will safely keep, 4 By faith I see the land, 5 The port of endless rest: O may I reach the heav'nly shore, Whene'er becalm'd I lie, And storms forbear to toss; Be thou, dear Lord, still nigh, Lest I should suffer loss : For more the treach'rous calm I dread, 6 Come, heav'nly wind, and blow To heav'n, my destin'd place! 627. The Triumph of Faith. (P.M.) 1 H' EAD of the Church triumphant! Thy members here, Shall sing like those in glory; And give to God The praise of our salvation. Which knows our days, Which made us thine, Shall keep us thine for ever. 3 Thou dost conduct thy people, Whilst thou art near, The fire of tribulation. The world, with sin and Satan, Break through them all, For that high prize Which thou hast set before us; At God's right hand, To take us up to heaven. 28. True, and false Zeal. (C. M.) HILE carnal men, with all their might, How slow th' advances which I make, 2 Inspire my soul with holy zeal; 29. THO Communion with God. (P.M.) The pasture, O when shall we find, Are screen'd from the heat of the day. To suffer and triumph with thee. 3 'Tis there, with the lambs of thy flock, There only we'd covet to rest, To lie at the foot of the rock, Or rise to be hid in thy breast: "Tis there we would always abide, And never a moment depart; Conceal'd in the cleft of thy side, Eternally held in thy heart. 630. Walking with God. Gen. v. 24. (C.M) H! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heav'nly frame; A light to shine upon the road, 2 Where is the blessedness I knew, 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! |