3 Unless some earthly way I take,
I cannot heavenward progress make;
With settled aim, and conscience clear,
What shall I do? how journey here?
4 My soul the untried seas would dare,
Or sands of every way-mark bare,
Should but Thy voice distinctly say,
"Go forward, soul; there lies thy way."
5 Say, "This thou must do:" such behest
Can make the darkest path the best:
If but I know my way through time,
My soul those sunny steeps can climb.
Fight the good fight; lay hold
Upon eternal life;
Keep but thy shield, be bold,
Stand through the hottest strife;
Invincible while in the field,
Thou canst not fail, unless thou yield.
No force of earth or hell,
Though fiends with men unite,
Truth's champion can compel,
However pressed, to flight;
No powers of darkness in the field
Can tread thee down, unless thou yield.
Trust in Thy Saviour's might;
Yea, till thy latest breath,
Fight, and, like him in fight,
By dying conquer death;
Invincible upon the field,
Thou canst not fall, unless thou yield.
Great words are these, and strong,
Yet, Lord, I look to Thee,
To whom alone belong
Valour and victory;
With Thee, my Captain in the field,
I must prevail, I cannot yield.
1 Faint not, thou traveller, though the way
Be rough, like that thy Saviour trod-
Though cold and stormy lower the day,
This path of suffering leads to God.
2 Bear firmly;-yet a few more days,
And thy hard trial will be past; —
Then wrapt in glory's opening blaze,
Thy feet may rest on heaven at last.
3 Christian! thy friend, thy Master prayed
While dread and anguish shook his frame,
Then met his sufferings undismayed:
Wilt thou not strive to do the same?
4 Oh think'st thou that his Father's love
Shone round him then with fainter rays,
Than now when, meekly throned above,
He crowns him with immortal praise?
5 Go, sufferer, calmly meet the woes
Which God's own mercy bids thee bear,
Then rising as thy Saviour rose
Go, his eternal victory share!
1 Day by day the manna fell :
O, to learn this lesson well!
Still by constant mercy fed,
Give us, Lord, our daily bread.
2 "Day by day," the promise reads:
Daily strength for daily needs;
Cast foreboding fears away;
Take the manna of to-day.
3 Lord my times are in Thy hand;
All my sanguine hopes have planned,
To Thy wisdom I resign,
And would make Thy purpose mine.
4 Thou my daily task shalt give;
Day by day to Thee I live;
So shall added years fulfil
Not
my own, my Father's will.
5 O, to live exempt from care,
By the energy of prayer;
Strong in faith, with mind subdued,
Yet elate with gratitude.
1 Beset with snares on every hand, In life's uncertain path I stand: Father divine, diffuse Thy light To guide my wandering footsteps right. 2 Engage this frail and wavering heart Wisely to choose the better part; To scorn the trifles of a day
For joys that none can take away. 3 Then let the wildest storms arise; Let tempests mingle earth and skies; No fatal shipwreck shall I fear, But all my treasures with me bear. 4 If Thou, my Father, still be nigh, Cheerful I live, and joyful die: Secure, when mortal comforts flee, To find ten thousands worlds in Thee!
1 Awake, our souls! away, our fears! Let every trembling thought begone! Awake, and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on.
2 True, 't is a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
That feeds the strength of
3 Thee, mighty God, whose matchless power
Is ever new and ever young,
And firm endures, while endless
Their everlasting circles run.
4 From Thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply;
While such as trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to Thine abode :
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.
1 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on!
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
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