3 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
"Tis His own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye:-

4 That prize, with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,

When victors' wreaths, and monarchs' gems, Shall blend in common dust.

371. L. M.

1 Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes;
See where thy foes against thee rise,
In long array, a numerous host;
Awake, my soul, or thou art lost.

2 Here giant danger, threatening, stands
Mustering his pale, terrific bands;
There pleasure's silken banners spread,
And willing souls are captive led.

3 See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage;
The meanest foe of all the train

Has thousands and ten thousands slain.

4 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground,
Perils and snares beset thee round;
Beware of all, guard every part,
But most, the traitor in thy heart.

5 Come then, my soul, now learn to wield
The weight of thine immortal shield;
Put on the armour from above
Of heavenly truth and heavenly love.
6 The terror and the charm repel,
And powers of earth, and powers of hell;
The man of Calvary triumphed here;-
Why should his faithful followers fear?

1 Am I a soldier of the Cross,

And pledged to bear its shame?
And shall I fear to own Christ's cause,
Or blush to speak his name?

2 Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,

While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?

Shall sloth and faintness win Thy peace, O Thou, the Martyrs' God!

4 The fearless heart Thou wilt sustain ;
Increase my courage, Lord!

I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy word.

5 The saints in all this glorious war
Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

6 When Thy illustrious day shall rise,
And all Thy armies shine

In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine.

373. L. M.

1 Why do we lavish out our years Amidst a thousand trifling cares, While in the various range of thought "The one thing needful" is forgot? 2 Our Father calls us from above; Our Saviour pleads his dying love; Awakened conscience gives us pain; Shall all these pleas unite in vain ? 3 Not so our dying eyes shall view The objects which we now pursue; Not so shall heaven and hell appear, When the decisive hour is near.

4 Almighty God! Thy power impart,
And fix conviction on the heart;

Thy power unveils the blindest eyes,
And makes the proudest scorner wise.

374. C. M.

1 Time was, I shrank from what was right, Through fear of what was wrong;

I would not brave the sacred fight,
Because the foe was strong.

2 But now I cast that finer sense,
And sorer shame aside;

Such dread of sin was indolence, Such aim at Heaven was pride. 3 So, when my Saviour calls, I rise, And calmly do my best; Leaving to him, with silent eyes Of hope and fear, the rest.

4 I step, I mount where he has led; Men count my haltings o'er;

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I know them; yet, though self I dread, I love his precept more.

375. S. M.

The swift-declining day,

How fast its moments fly!

While evening's broad and gloomy shade

Gains on the western sky.

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Ye mortals! mark its pace,

And use the hours of light;

And know, its Maker can command
An instantaneous night.

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His word blots out the sun

In its meridian blaze,

And cuts from smiling vigorous youth
The remnant of its days.

On the dark mountain's brow
Your feet shall quickly slide,
And from its airy summit dash
Your momentary pride.

Give glory to the Lord,
Who rules the whirling sphere;
Submissive at His footstool bow,
And seek salvation there.

Then shall new lustre break
Through horror's darkest gloom,
And lead you to unchanging light
In a celestial home.

1 The pure and peaceful mind,
The meek and lowly heart,
The patient will to Thine resigned,
God of all power impart!

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Lord! make us timely wise,
To know Thy call of grace;

And with the moment, as it flies,
Run our appointed race:-