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Be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might.-Ep. 6. 10.

E'VE listed in a holy war,

WE Battling for the Lord!

Eternal life, our guiding star,
Battling for the Lord!

CHORUS:

We'll work till Jesus comes.
We'll work till Jesus comes,
We'll work till Jesus comes,

And then we'll rest at home.

2 We've girded on our armour bright, Battling for the Lord!

Our Captain's word our strength and might Battling for the Lord!

3 We'll stand like heroes on the field,
Battling for the Lord!

And in his strength we'll never yield,
Battling for the Lord!

4 Though sin and death our way oppose, Battling for the Lord!

Through grace we'll conquer all our foes. Battling for the Lord!

5 And when our glorious war is o'er.
Conqu'rors through the Lord!
We'll shout salvation evermore,
Conqu'rors through the Lord!

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I will sing aloud of thy mercy.-PSA. 53. 16.

WHEN all thy mercies, O my God!

My rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.
3 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

4 Through all eternity, to thee
A joyful song I'll raise:
But O! eternity 's too short
To utter all thy praise!

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Consider the Apostle and High Priest of our profession, Christ Jesus.-HEB. 8. 1.

WHEN gath'ring clouds around I view,

And days are dark and friends are few

On Him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienc'd every human pain.

He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly virtue's narrow way,
To fly the good I should pursue,
Or do the sin I should not do;

Still he, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour

3 And O, when I have safely past Through every conflict but the last, Still, still unchanging, watch beside My bed of death, for thou hast died; Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away..

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The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.-Rom. 6. 23.

WHEN I can my title

THEN I can read my title clear

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
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall;

May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all.

4 There shall I bathe my weary sou! In seas of heavenly rest,

And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.

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We have seen his star in the east.-MATT. 2. 2.

HEN, marshall'd on the nightly plain,
The glittering host best

One star alone, of all the train,

Can fix the sinner's wand'ring eye.

2 Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks,
It is the Star of Bethlehem.

3 Once on the raging seas I rode,

The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my found'ring bark

4 Deep horror then my vitals froze; Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose,

It was the Star of Bethlehem !

5 It was my Guide, my Light, my All;
It bade my dark forebodings cease;
And, through the storm and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.

6 Now, safely moor'd, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem,

Forever, and for evermore,

The Star, the Star of Bethlehem!

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Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy lade and I will give you rest.-MATT. 11. 28.

ITH tearful eyes I look around,

WITH

Life seems a dark and stormy sea;
Yet 'midst the gloom I hear a sound,
A heavenly whisper, Come to me.

2 It tells me of a place of rest,-
It tells me where my soul may flee;
, to the weary, faint, oppress'd,
How sweet the bidding, Come to me.

3 When nature shudders, loth to part
From all I love, enjoy, and see;
When a faint chill steals o'er my heart,
A sweet voice utters, Come to me.

4 Come, for all else must fail and die;
Earth is no resting-place for thee;
Heavenward direct thy weeping eye;
I am thy portion; Come to me.

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And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the

goats on the left.-MATT. 25. 33.

HEN thou, my righteous Judge, shalt

WE

come

To take thy ransom'd people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,

Be found at thy right hand?