250. The Christian Race. L. M. 1 Awake, our souls! (away our fears,

Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone;) Awake, and run the heav'nly race, And put a cheerful courage on. 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint; But they forget the mighty God

Who feeds the strength of ev'ry saint. 3 The mighty God, whose matchless pow'r 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 full 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 heav'nly road.

Watts.

251. The Christian Warfare. L. M. 1 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel armor on; March to the gates of endless joy,

Where thy great Captain Saviour's gone.

2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course;
But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes:
Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross,
And sung the triumph-when he rose.
3 Then let my soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heav'nly gate;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glitt'ring robes for conq'rors wait.
4 Then shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace;
While all the armies of the skies

Join in my glorious Leader's praise. Watts

252. Hinder me not. C. M.

1 In all my Lord's appointed ways My journey I'll pursue;

"Hinder me not," ye much loved saints, For I must go with you.

2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus leads.
I'll follow where he goes;

"Hinder me not," shall be my cry,
Though earth and hell oppose.

3 Through duty and through trials too,
I'll go at his command;
"Hinder me not," for I am bound
To my Immanuel's land.

4 And when my Saviour calls me home, Still this my cry shall be, "Hinder me not," come, welcome death, I'll gladly go with thee. Dr. Ryland.

253. Complaining of Spiritual Sloth. C. M.

1 My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so!
Awake, my sluggish soul!
Nothing has half thy work to do,
Yet nothing's half so dull.

2 The little ants, for one poor grain,
Labor, and tug, and strive;

Yet we, who have a heav'n t' obtain,
How negligent we live!

3 We, for whose sake all nature stands,
And stars their courses move,—
We, for whose guard the angel bands
Come flying from above;-

4 We, for whom God the Son came down,
And labor'd for our good:-
How careless to secure that crown
He purchas'd with his blood!

5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,
And never act our parts!

Come, Holy Dove, from th' heav'nly hill,
And sit and warm our hearts.

6 Then shall our active spirits move, Upward our souls shall rise:

With hands of faith and wings of love,
We'll fly and take the prize.

Watts.

CHRISTIAN EFFORT.

254. Christ our Example. C. M. 1 Behold where, in a mortal form, Appears each grace divine! The virtues, all in Jesus met, With mildest radiance shine.

2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To give the mourner joy,

To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.

3 Lowly in heart, to all his friends
A friend and servant found;

He wash'd their feet, he wip'd their tears,
And heal'd each bleeding wound.

4 Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood;

His foes, ungrateful, sought his life:
He labor'd for their good.

5 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,

With soul resign'd, he bow'd, and said,
"Thy will, not mine, be done!"

6 Be Christ our pattern and our guide,
His image may we bear!

Oh may we tread his holy steps,
His joy and glory share.

Pratt's Col

255. Christ our Example. L. M. 1 When from the glorious realms of day, On wings of love, the Saviour flew, He walk'd through mercy's heavenly way, And bade the world his steps pursue. 2 The blind, the lame, his power confess'd; The dumb broke forth in grateful strains; He gave the wearied spirit rest,

And loosed the prisoner from his chains. 3 And shall not they whose lips resound The matchless deeds the Saviour wrought, Like him in charity abound,

And practise what his goodness taught?

4 Ye who his grace so freely share,
Your willing aid as freely give;
Your lively faith and love declare,
And in his sacred precepts live.