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, 2 Inspire my soul with holy zeal; 3 To gain the top of Zion's hill, 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, 2 "Tis God's all animating voice 3 A cloud of witnesses around 4 Blest Saviour! introduc'd by thee, And, crown'd with victory, at thy feet 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, 2 Great God! the pilot's part perform, 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, 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul, IN 480. C. M. Ryland. Hinder me not. Gen. xxiv. 56 N all my Lord's appointed ways, Hinder me not,' ye much lov'd saints, 2 In vain the world and satan try, For God hath crown'd my way.' 3 Since Christ, my dear exalted Lord, 4 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lea., 5 Through duty, and through trials too, 'Hinder me not,' for I am bound 6 And when my Saviour calls me home, 'Hinder me not,' come welcome death, I Sight through a glass, and face to face. 2 O that the happy hour were come 3 Haste, my Beloved, and remove Then shall my passions all be love, 482. C. M. Newton. There the weary are at rest. Job iii. 17 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, 3 A wicked world, a wicked heart, 4 But fighting in my Saviour's strength, 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, 484. C. M. W. & B. I am the way. John xix. 6. 2 What rapturous zeal employs the tongues Of disembodied saints! Hark! how they sing in circling throngs, 3 O glorious, consecrated way, That leads to endless bliss! 485. C. M. Wesley's Coll. AND let this feeble body fail, And let it faint or die, My soul shall quit this mournful vale, 2 Shall join the disembodied saints |