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475. C. M. Beddome.
Holy zeal, and diligence. WHILE carnal men, with all their might 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.
May I with fervonir strive ;
Which I from thee derive!
476. C. M. Doddridge. Running the Christian race. Phil. iii. 12-14 A
WAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on;
And an immortal crown.
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.
Have we our race begun;
We lay our laurels down.
477. L. M. Walls.
The Christian warfare.
And gird the gospel armour on;
Where thy great Captain-Saviour 's gone. 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course,
But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes,
And sung the triumph when he rose. 3 Then let my soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heavenly gate;
478. L. M. Cowper. The tempted Christian's trust.
Attend the followers of the Lamh, Who leave the world's deceitful shore,
And leave it to return no more.
And guide, and guard us through the storm,
479. C. M. Walts. The hope of Heuven, our support under trials. W
HEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And heilish 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,
My God, iny heaven, my all.
In seas of heavenly rest,
Across my peaceful breast.
480. C. M. Ryland,
Hinder me not. Gen. xxiv. 56 IN
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.
My journey to delay;
• For God hath crown'd
My soul to him hath wed,
I'll foliow him my Head. 4 Through floods and flames, if Jesus leai, I'll follow where he
Though earth and hell oppose.
I'll go at his command;
To my Immanuel's land.
Still this my cry shall be; •Hinder me not,' come welcome death,
I'll gla:lly go with thee.
481. C. M. Walls. Sight through a glass, and face to face., I
LOVE the windows of thy grace,
Through which my Lord is seen;
Without a glass between.
To change my faith to sight;
In a diviner light.
These interposing days;
And all my powers be praise.
482. C. M. Newton.
The Saviour's love provides ;
For all, whom here, he guides.
The weary are at rest;
No more approach the blest.
With Satan now are join'd;
In harassing my mind.
Though mighty are my foes,
O'er all that can oppose.
The crown of glory see!
The sweeter rest will be.
483. L. M. W'alts. 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
And all that earth calls good or great. 2 While such a scene of sacred joys,
Our raptur'd eyes and souls employs,
484. C. M. W. & B.
I am the way. John xix. 6.
Thy blissful courts above,
And rest in holy love? 2 What rapturous zeal employs the tongues
Of disembodied saints!
Nor is there one that faints, 3 O glorious, consecrated way,
That leads to endless bliss !
And be where Jesus is ?
485. C. M. Wesley's Coll.
Rejoicing amid conflicts.
ND let this fecble body fail,
And let it saint or die,
And soar to worlds on high.
And find its long-sought rest,
In the Redeerner's breast,