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475. C. M. Beddome.
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,
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
2 "Tis God's all animating voice
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,
477. L. M. Watts. The Christian warfare.
TAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears,
Press forward to the heavenly gate;
478. L. M. Cowper. The tempted Christian's trust.
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,
479. C. M. Walts.
The hope of Heaven, our support under trials.
WHEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in
I bid farewell to every fear,
2 Should earth against my soul engage,
3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul,
480. C. M. Ryland.
Hinder me not. Gen. xxiv. 56
N all my Lord's appointed ways,
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,
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.
481. C. M. Walls.
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.
20 that the happy hour were come
3 Haste, my Beloved, and remove
482. C. M.
There the weary are at rest. Job iii. 17
OOK up, my soul, behold the prize
2 The wicked cease from troubling there,
Sorrow, and sin, and pain, and care,
3 A wicked world, a wicked heart,
4 But fighting in my Saviour's strength, Though mighty are my foes,
1 shall conqueror be at length, O'er all that can oppose.
5 Then why, my soul, complain or fear?
483. L. M. Walts. Enjoyment of Christ in worship
I can 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,
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, Nor is there one that faints.
3 O glorious, consecrated way,
485. C. M. Wesley's Coll.
ND let this feeble body fail,
2 Shall join the disembodied saints