303 L. M. Coombs's 45. Bromley 104. Derby 169.
The Christian Warfare, Eph. vi. 18—17.
1 MY Captain sounds th' alarm of war: Awake! the powers of hell are near!
To arms! to arms! I hear him cry,
'Tis yours to conquer or to die!
2 Rous'd by the animating sound,
I cast my eager eyes around;
Make haste to gird my armour on,
And bid each trembling fear begone.
3 Hope is my helmet; faith my shield;
Thy word, my GOD! the sword I wield;
With sacred truth my loins are girt,
And holy zeal inspires my heart.
4 Thus arm'd, I venture on the fight;
Resolv'd to put my foes to flight;
While JESUS kindly deigns to spread
His conqu❜ring banner o'er my head.
5 In him I hope; in him I trust;
His bleeding cross is all my boast:
Thro' troops of foes he'll lead me on
To vict❜ry, and the victor's crown.
303 (2d P.) C. M. Gr. Milton 212. Michael 119.
Elisba's question to the Shunamite improved: thou be spoken for to the King? 2 Kings iv. 13. How can I dispossess them? Deut. vii. 17.
1 LORD, when I saw, or thought I saw,
The sinfulness of sin,
My soul was griev'd with foes without,
But more with foes within.
2 I saw they would o'er me prevail,
my destruction prove,
In spite of all that I could do
To force them to remove.
3 But something whisper'd me, when hope Was giving up the ghost,
Wilt thou be spoke for to the King,
Or Captain of the Hoste
4 0 that the Captain of the Host. M
Would in my cause appear,CASE
Defeat my cruel deadly foes,
That chill my soul with fear.
6 I rest upon thy promise, Lord, ol
And trust thy love, and power,
O make me more than conqueror now,
And in the final hour.
304 148th, Eagle Street 16. Grove 125. b. Clapham 18.
...The Christian's Spiritual Voyage.
1 JESUS! at thy command I launch into the deep,
And leave my native land,
Where sin lulls all asleep:
For thee I would the world resign,
And sail to heaven with thee and thine.
Thou art my pilot wise;
My compass is thy word:
My soul each storm defies,
While I have such a LORD!
I trust thy faithfulness and pow'r
To save me in the trying hour,
3 Tho' rocks and quicksands deep
Thro' all my passage lie;
Yet CHRIST will safely keep
And guide me with his eye:
My anchor hope shall firm abide,
And I each, boist'rous storm outride.
By faith I see the land,
The port of endless rest;
My soul, thy sails expand,
And fly to JESUS' breast!
Oh, may I reach the heavenly shore
Where winds and waves distress no more!
[Whene'er becalm'd I lie,
And storms forbear to toss ;
Be thou, dear LORD! still nigh,
Lest I should suffer loss:
For more the treach'rous calm I dread
Than tempests bursting o'er my head.]
6 Come, HOLY GHOST! and blow
A prosp'rous gale of grace;
Waft me from all below
To heaven-my destin'd place!
Then, in full sail, my port I'll find,
And leave the world and sin behind.
(1st P.) 7s. Hotham 224.
Tempted-but flying to CHRIST the Refuge.
1 JESUS! lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly
While the raging billows roll,-
While the tempest still is high!
me, O my Saviour! hide
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh, receive my soul at last!
2 Other refuge have I none,-
Hangs my helpless soul on thee!
Leave, ah! leave me not alone!
Still support and comfort me!
All my trust on thee is stay'd;
All my help from thee I bring:
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Thou, O CHRIST! ́art all I want ;
All in All in thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind :
Just and holy is thy name,
I am all unrighteousness,
Vile and full of sin I am-
Thou art full of truth and grace.
4 Plenteous grace with thee is found-
Grace to pardon all my sin: !
Let the healing streams abound :..
Make and keep me pure within:
Thou of life the fountain art!
Freely let me take of thee!
Spring thou up within my heart-
Rise to all eternity!
305 (2d P.) 8. 6. 8. Ewell 80. Francis 200.
Weston Favell 305.
The only Method of Safety and Felicity.
HENE'ER I wish the feather'd wings
Of a swift pinion'd dove,
To fly from all tempestuous things,
The long'd-for rest to prove-
I'm ask'd, What place can bliss impart,
Till Christ and grace have reach'd
Full oft in fruitless fond desire
1 to the desert ran,
But could not from myself retire,
Nor 'scape the inner man :
I think no place can bliss impart,
Till Christ and grace have won my heart.
No lonely desert where I go.
Can hide me from my pain,
I carry with me my own woe,
While sin and guilt remain:
I find no place can bliss impart,
Till Christ and grace have cleans'd
No Eden, breathing' vernal sweets,
No Paradise below,
Nor Glory, if a graceless state,
Can half my wish bestow :
I feel no place can bliss impart,
Till Christ and grace have cheer'd my heart. A little genuine grace ensures
The death of all my sins ;
With more, my bliss shall more encrease,
With much my heaven begins:
I'm sure no place can bliss impart,
Till Christ and grace have fill'd my heart.
Then O my disappointed soul,
No longer rove from home;
Fly not to earth, to hell, nor heaven,
But to the REFUGE come:
Not heaven can perfect bliss impart,
Till Christ and grace have fix d my heart.
Now, Holy Dove, on thy soft wings,
Waft me to Jesus' breast,
There, if I fly, I cannot fail
To find the promis'd rest:
For all his grace he will impart,
This shall beatify my heart.
306 (1st P.) L. M. Lewton 30. Rowles 72.
The Christian's Temptations moderated, a Proof of God's
Fidelity, 1 Cor. x. 13.
1 OW let the feeble all be strong,
Now
And make Jehovah's arm their song:
His shield is spread o'er every saint;
And, thus supported, who shall faint?
2 What tho' the hosts of hell engage
With mingled cruelty and rage!
A faithful GOD restrains their hands,
And chains them down in iron bands.
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