4 That having all things done, And all your conflicts past,

You may o'ercome, through Christ alone,
And stand entire at last.

5 From strength to strength go on,
Wrestle, and fight, and pray,
Tread all the powers of darkness down,
And win the well-fought day.

6 Still let the Spirit cry

In all his soldiers, "Come,"

Till Christ the Lord descend from high
And take the conquerors home.

C. Wesley.

263. Christian Warfare. S. M.
1 Ye messengers of Christ,

His sov'reign voice obey;
Arise! and follow where he leads,
And peace attend your way.
2 The Master, whom you serve,

Will needful strength bestow;
Depending on his promis'd aid,
With sacred courage go.

3 Mountains shall sink to plains,
And hell in vain oppose;

The cause is God's, and must prevail,
In spite of all his foes.

Voke,

264. Witnesses of the Christian Race.
Č. M.

1 Behold what witnesses unseen
Encompass us around;

Men once like us by suff'ring tried,
But now with glory crown'd.

2 Let us, with zeal like theirs inspir'd,
Pursue the Christian race,

And, freed from each encumb'ring weight,
Their holy footsteps trace.

3 Behold a Witness nobler still,
Who trod affliction's path!
Jesus, at once the finisher

And author of our faith.

4 He, for the joy before him set,
So generous was his love,
Endur'd the cross, despis'd the shame-
And now he reigns above.

5 If he the scorn of wicked men

With patience did sustain,
Becomes it those for whom he died,
To murmur or complain?

6 Now let our hearts no more despond,
Our hands be weak no more;
Still let us trust our Father's love,

His wisdom still adore..

Reed.

265. Pecuniary Collection. L. M. 1 When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, What were his works from day to day, But miracles of pow'r and grace, That spread salvation through our race. 2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue; Let alms bestow'd, let kindness done, Be witness'd by each rolling sun. 3 That man may last but never lives, Who much receives but nothing gives, Whom none can love, whom none can thank, Creation's blot, creation's blank!

4 The man who marks from day to day,
In gen❜rous acts his radiant way,
Treads the same path his Saviour trod-
The path to glory and to God.

266. Collection. L. M.

Gibbons.

1 Happy the man, whose gen'rous heart
Glows with the living flame of love,
Who freely with his wealth can part,
To honor Him who reigns above!
2 Ten thousand blessings on his head
From heaven shall fall as gentle dew,
And living water, living bread,
Sustain him all life's journey through

3 "Give," saith the Lord, "I will repay:
"The silver and the gold are mine;
"Such measure as ye mete to-day,
"I'll measure out to thee and thine!"

267. Charity. C. M.

1 Blest is the man whose soft'ning heart Feels all another's pain;

To whom the supplicating eye

Was never rais'd in vain:

J. B. H.

2 Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth

A stranger's woes to feel;

And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
He wants the power to heal.

3 He spreads his kind supporting arms
Το every child of grief:
His secret bounty largely flows,
And brings unask'd relief.

4 To gentle offices of love

His feet are never slow:

He views, through mercy's melting eye,

A brother in a foe.

5 He, from the bosom of his God,

Shall present peace receive

And when he kneels before the throne,
His trembling soul shall live.

Barbauld.

268. Remember the Poor. L. M.

1 Ho, ye that pant for transient joys, How long refuse ye to be wise? Come, throw away earth's gilded toys, And seek the pleasures of the skies. 2 Come, give your all to Christ to-day; Trust in his grace, his footsteps tread; His sov'reign voice in faith obey,

And "on the waters" "

cast your bread." 3 Oh! who so sweetly sleeps or wakes,

Of all the sons of men below,

As he that cures the heart that aches,
And breaks the chains of human wo?

4 Religion, undefil'd and pure,

Relieves the widow and distress'd, And spurning every sensual lure, Makes its possessor ever blest.

J. B. H.

269. The Merciful Man. L. M. 1 Blest is the man whose heart can move And melt with pity to the poor, Whose soul, by sympathizing love, Feels what his fellow-saints endure. 2 His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hands can do; He, in the time of general grief, Shall find the Lord has mercy too.