4 But, O, we wear no burnished steel, And seek no gory field;

Our weapon is the Word of God,
His promise is our shield.

5 And still serene and fixed in faith,
We fear no earthly harm;
We know it is our Father's work,
And rest upon His arm.

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Ye servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait,
Observant of His heavenly word,
And watchful at His gate.

Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame;

Gird up your loins as in His sight,
For awful is His name.

Watch! 't is your Lord's command,
And while we speak, He 's near;
Mark the first signal of His hand,
And ready all appear.

O happy servant he

In such a posture found!

He shall his Lord with rapture see,

And be with honour crowned.

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God of the earnest heart,

The trust assured and still,

Thou! who our strength for ever art,

We come to do Thy will!

Upon that painful road

By saints serenely trod,

Whereon their hallowing influence flowed, Would we go forth, O God!

'Gainst doubt and shame and fear

In human hearts to strive,

That all may learn to love and bear,
To conquer self, and live:

To draw Thy blessing down,

And bring the wronged redress,

And give this glorious world its crown,
The spirit's Godlikeness!

Thou hearest while we pray:

O deep within us write,

With kindling power, our God, to-day,

Thy word,-on Earth be Light!

384. C. M.

1 Oft have I seemed Thy praise to join,
Thy service to pursue ;

A form of godliness was mine,
The power I never knew.

2 I rested in the outward Law,
Nor knew its deep design;

The length and breadth I never saw,
And height, of Love divine.

3 To please Thee thus, at length I see
Vainly I hoped and strove;
For what are outward things to Thee,
Unless they spring from love?

4 I see Thy perfect law requires
Truth in the inward parts;

Our full consent, our whole desires,
Our undivided hearts.

5 But I of means have made my boast;
Of means an idol made;
The spirit in the letter lost,

The substance in the shade.

6 What am I now, or what my hope?
What can my weakness do?
O God! to Thee my soul looks up;
"'T is Thou canst make it new.

385. C. M.

1 Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control That o'er thee swell and throng;

They will condense within thy soul,
And change to purpose strong.

2 But he who lets his feelings run In soft luxurious flow,

Shrinks when hard service must be done, And faints at every woe.

3 Faith's meanest deed more favour bears, Where hearts and wills are weighed, Than brightest transports, choicest prayers, Which bloom their hour and fade.

1 Christian warrior! faint not, fear not!
Though thy foes press thickly round:
Scorn to yield, as those who hear not
The glad Gospel's trumpet sound!

2 Christian warrior! ne'er unarm thee
When, in flattering pleasure's guise,
The subtle foe would fear to alarm thee;-
Christian sentinel, be wise!

3 Wearied warrior, still assure thee,

"As thy day thy strength shall be "; When thou hast borne the battle's fury, Turn not at its close and flee.

4 Lo! the clouds of war are clearing;
Foes are waxing faint and few;
Through their scattered ranks appearing,
Zion's towers expand to view!

5 Christian warrior! Grace protect thee!
Watch and pray, and onward hie!
Zion's herald hosts expect thee,
Angel bards of Victory!

387. C. M.

1 There's hope for one who leaves with shame
The guilt that lured before;
Remember, he who said, "Repent!"
Said also, "Sin no more!"

2 Return, and in the daily round
Of duty and of love,

Thou best wilt find that patient faith
Which lifts the soul above.

3 Around thee draw life's tasks and ties,
And, with a chastened mind,
In meek well-doing seek that peace
No wandering will find.

4 Through charity and penitence
All sin may be forgiven;·
For duty is the accepted shrine
Whence prayers prevail in heaven.

388. C. M.

1 Lord! when we bend before Thy throne,
And our confessions pour,

Teach us to feel the sins we own,
And shun what we deplore.