50 may I love like thee,In all thy footsteps tread; Thou hatest all iniquity, But nothing thou hast made. 6 O may I learn the art, With meekness to reprove; 733 SUR 1st P. M. 6 lines 88. The victory that overcometh the world. URROUNDED by a host of foes, Storm'd by a host of foes within, Nor swift to flee, nor strong to' oppose, Single against hell, earth, and sin: Single, yet undismay'd, I am; I dare believe in Jesus' name. 2 What though a thousand hosts engage A thousand worlds, my soul to shake; I have a shield shall quell their rage, And drive the alien armies back: Portray'd, it bears a bleeding Lamb; 1 dare believe in Jesus' name. 734 C. M. Faith sees the final triumph. MI a soldier of the cross, AMI a of the And shall I fear to own his cause, 2 Must I be carried to the skies 8 Are there no foes for me to face! Is this vile world a friend to grace, 4 Since I must fight if I would reign, 5 Thy saints in all this glorious war 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine In robes of vict'ry through the skies, 735 0 The violent take it by force. MAY thy powerful word To rush into thy kingdom, Lord, 2 O may we all improve S. M. To seize the crown of perfect love, 736 C. M. Heavenly rest in anticipation. I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage And fiery darts be hurl'd, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 4 There I shall bathe my weary soul 737 GOT 26th P. M. 76, 76, 76, 76. No cause for fear. COD is my strong salvation; Mercy thy days shall lengthen; 738 Victory. S. M. THE good fight have fought,→ declare! when The vict'ry by my Saviour got, I long with Paul to share. 2 O may I triumph so, When all my warfare 's past; 3 This blessed word be mine, 4 The' apostles of my Lord, 739 S. M. The universal victory of the cross. JESUS, the Conqueror, reigns, In glorious strength array'd; His kingdom over all maintains, And bids the earth be glad : Ye sons of men, rejoice In Jesus' mighty love; Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 2 Extol his kingly power; Kiss the exalted Son, Who died, and lives to die no more, High on his Father's throne: Our Advocate with God, He undertakes our cause, And spreads through all the earth pond The vict'ry of his cross. 740 Victory is on the Lord's side. ARISE, ye saints, arise! The Lord our leader is; The foe before his banner flies, 2 We follow thee, our Guide, S. M. Our Saviour, and our King; We follow thee, through grace supplied From heaven's eternal spring. 3 We soon shall see the day When all our toils shall cease; When we shall cast our arms away, And dwell in endless peace. 4 This hope supports us here; It makes our burdens light: 5 Till, of the prize possess'd, 741 22d P. M. 88, 88, 84. Crowns cast at the feet of Jesus. [ARK! how the gospel trumpet sounds, Although the world the echo bounds, Proclaiming to a ruin'd race, That through the riches of His grace, 2 Hail, Jesus! all-victorious Lord! 8 And when, through grace, our course is run, 4 Then, in thy presence, heavenly King, |