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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.

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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 !

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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 I 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 0, to live exempt from care, By the energy

of

prayer; Strong in faith, with mind subdued, Yet elate with gratitude.

L. M.

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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 !

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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

every saint:

: 3 Thee,-mighty God, whose matchless power

Is ever new and ever young,
And firm endures, while endless years

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.

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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.

3 'T is God's all-animating voice

That calls thee from on high ; ”T is 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.

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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.

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