475. C. M. Beddome.

Holy zeal, and diligence.

WHILE carnal men, with all their might,

Earth's vanities pursue;

How slow th' advances which I make,
With heaven 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.

3 To gain the top of Zion's hill,
May I with fervour strive;
And all those powers employ for thee,
Which I from thee derive!

476. C. M. Doddridge.

Running the Christian race.

Phil. iii. 12-14.

AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve,

And press with vigour on;

A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

2 "Tis God's all animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
"Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.

3 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

4 Blest Saviour! introduc'd by thee,
Have we our race begun;

And, crown'd with victory, at thy feet
We lay our laurels down.

477. L. M. Wa'ts.

The Christian warfare.

STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel armour on; March to the gates of endless joy, Where thy great Captain-Saviour's gone. 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course, But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes, Thy Jesus nail'd them to his cross, And sung the triumph when he rose. 3 Then let my soul march boldly on, Press forward to the heavenly gate; There peace and joy eternal reign, And glittering robes for conquerors wait.

478. L. M. Cowper.

The tempted Christian's trust.

DANGERS of every shape and name

Attend the followers of the Lamb,
Who leave the world's deceitful shore,
And leave it to return no more.

2 Great God! the pilot's part perform,
And guide, and guard us through the storm,
Defend us from each threat'ning ill,
Control the waves, say-Peace! be still.'

479. C. M. Watts. The hope of Heaven, our support under trials.

WHEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,

engage,

I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Should earth against my soul
And hellish 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 soul,
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

IN

480. C. M. Ryland.

Hinder me not. Gen. xxiv. 56

N all my Lord's appointed ways,
My journey I'll pursue:

Hinder me not,' ye much lov'd saints,
For I must go with you.

2 In vain the world and satan try,
My journey to delay;
Hinder me not,' to both I cry,

For God hath crown'd my way.'

3 Since Christ, my dear exalted Lord,
My soul to him hath wed,
'Hinder me not,' nor friends nor foes,
I'll foliow him my Head.

4 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lea.,
I'll follow where he goes;
Hinder me not,' shall be my cry,
Though earth and hell oppose.

5 Through duty, and through trials too,
I'll go at his command;

'Hinder me not,' for I am bound
To my Immanuel's land.

6 And when my Saviour calls me home,
Still this my cry shall be;

'Hinder me not,' come welcome death,
I'll gladly go with thee.

I

Sight through a glass, and face to face.
LOVE the windows of thy grace,
Through which my Lord is seen;
And long to meet my Saviour's face,
Without a glass between.

2 O that the happy hour were come
To change my faith to sight;
I shall behold my Lord at home
In a diviner light.

3 Haste, my Beloved, and remove
These interposing days;

Then shall my passions all be love,
And all my powers be praise.

482. C. M. Newton.

There the weary are at rest. Job iii. 17
OOK up, my soul, behold the prize
The Saviour's love provides;

Eternal life beyond the skies

For all, whom here, he guides.

2 The wicked cease from troubling there, The weary are at rest;

Sorrow, and sin, and pain, and care,
No more approach the blest.

3 A wicked world, a wicked heart,
With Satan now are join'd;
Each acts a too successful part
In harassing my mind.

4 But fighting in my Saviour's strength,
Though mighty are my foes,

1 shall a conqueror be at length, O'er all that can oppose.

5 Then why, my soul, complain or fear? The crown of glory see!

The more I toil and suffer here,

The sweeter rest will be.

483. L. M. Walls.

Enjoyment of Christ in worship

WHEN I can say, ' My God is mine,'

When I can feel his glories shine,

I tread the world beneath my feet,
And all that earth calls good or great.
2 While such a scene of sacred joys,
Our raptur'd eyes and souls employs,
Here we could sit, and gaze away
A long, an everlasting day.

484. C. M. W. & B.

I am the way. John xix. 6.
ZION! when shall I survey
Thy blissful courts above,
Where saints enjoy eternal day,
And rest in holy love?

2 What rapturous zeal employs the tongues Of disembodied saints!

Hark! how they sing in circling throngs,
Nor is there one that faints.

3 O glorious, consecrated way,

That leads to endless bliss!
When shall I end this mortal day,
And be where Jesus is?

485. C. M. Wesley's Coll.
Rejoicing amid conflicts.

AND let this feeble body fail,

And let it faint or die,

My soul shall quit this mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high.

2 Shall join the disembodied saints
And find its long-sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants
In the Redeemer's breast,