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,
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?

2 Must I be carried to the skies,
On flow'ry beds of ease;

While others fought to win the prize,
And sail'd through bloody seas.

3 Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

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

In robes of vict'ry thro' the skies,
The glory shall be mine.

26.

1

2

The Heavenly Voyage. (P. M.)

JE

ESUS, at thy command,
I launch into the deep;
And leave my native land,
Where sin lulls all asleep :

For thee I fain would all resign,

And sail to heav'n with thee and thine.

Thou art my pilot wise;
My compass is thy word:

My soul each storm defies,
While I have such a Lord!
I trust his faithfulness and power,
To save me in the trying hour.

3 Though rocks and quicksands deep,
Through all my passage lie,

Yet Christ will safely keep,
And guide me with his eye;
My anchor hope shall firm abide,
And I each boist'rous storm out-ride.

4 By faith I see the land,

5

The port of endless rest:
My soul, thy sails expand,
And fly to Jesu's breast!

O may I reach the heav'nly shore,
Where winds and waves distress no more!

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,
Than tempests bursting o'er my head.

6

Come, heav'nly wind, and blow
A prosp'rous gale of grace,
To waft from all below

To heav'n, my destin'd place!
Then, in full sail, my port I'll find,
And leave the world and sin behind.

627. The Triumph of Faith. (P.M.)

1

H'

EAD of the Church triumphant!
We joyfully adore thee;
Till thou appear,

Thy members here,

Shall sing like those in glory;
We lift our hearts and voices,
With blest anticipation,
And cry aloud,

And give to God

The praise of our salvation.
2 While in affliction's furnace,
And passing through the fire,
Thy love we praise,

Which knows our days,
And ever brings us nigher.
We clap our hands exulting,
In thine almighty favour,
The love divine,

Which made us thine,

Shall keep us thine for ever.

3 Thou dost conduct thy people,
Through torrents of temptation;
Nor will we fear,

Whilst thou art near,

The fire of tribulation.

The world, with sin and Satan,
In vain our march opposes ;
By thee we shall

Break through them all,
And sing the song of Moses.
4 By faith we see the glory,
To which thou shalt restore us;
The cross despise

For that high prize

Which thou hast set before us;
And if thou count us worthy,
We each, as dying Stephen,
Shall see thee stand

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,
Earth's vanities pursue;

How slow th' advances which I make,
With heav'n itself in view.

2 Inspire my soul with holy zeal;
Great God, my love inflame;
Religion without zeal and love,
Is but an empty name.
To gain the top of Zion's hill,
I would with fervour strive;
And all these pow'rs employ for thee,
Which I from thee derive.

29.

THO

Communion with God. (P.M.)
HOU Shepherd of Israel divine,
The joy of the contrite in heart;
For closer communion they pine,
Still, still to reside where thou art;

The pasture, O when shall we find,
Where all, who their Shepherd obey,
Are fed; on thy bosom reclin'd,

Are screen'd from the heat of the day.
2 Ah! show us that happiest place,
That place of thy people's abode,
Where saints in an ecstacy gaze,
And rest in the Saviour, their God!
Thy love for lost sinners declare,
Thy passion and death on the tree,
Our spirits to Calvary bear,

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,
That leads me to the Lamb.

2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus, and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their mem❜ry still!
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.