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, His bleeding cross is all my boast: DR. S. STENNETT. 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, My soul was griev'd with foes without, 2 I saw they would o'er me prevail, And In spite of all that I could do Wilt 3 But something whisper'd me, when hope Was giving up the ghost, Wilt thou be spoke for to the King, 4 0 that the Captain of the Host. M That chill my soul with fear. 6 I rest upon thy promise, Lord, ol O make me more than conqueror now, 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, My compass is thy word: While I have such a LORD! I trust thy faithfulness and pow'r My anchor hope shall firm abide, 4 5 By faith I see the land, And fly to JESUS' breast! Oh, may I reach the heavenly shore [Whene'er becalm'd I lie, And storms forbear to toss ; For more the treach'rous calm I dread 305 To heaven-my destin'd place! (1st P.) 7s. Hotham 224. Tempted-but flying to CHRIST the Refuge. 1 JESUS! lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly Hide While the raging billows roll,- Oh, receive my soul at last! 3 Thou, O CHRIST! ́art all I want ; Heal the sick, and lead the blind : I am all unrighteousness, Thou art full of truth and grace. 305 (2d P.) 8. 6. 8. Ewell 80. Francis 200. 2 3 Weston Favell 305. The only Method of Safety and Felicity. WE HENE'ER I wish the feather'd wings To fly from all tempestuous things, I'm ask'd, What place can bliss impart, Full oft in fruitless fond desire But could not from myself retire, my heart? I think no place can bliss impart, Can hide me from my pain, my heart. 4 5 6 7 No Eden, breathing' vernal sweets, Nor Glory, if a graceless state, 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, I'm sure no place can bliss impart, No longer rove from home; Fly not to earth, to hell, nor heaven, Not heaven can perfect bliss impart, 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, 306 (1st P.) L. M. Lewton 30. Rowles 72. The Christian's Temptations moderated, a Proof of God's 1 OW let the feeble all be strong, And make Jehovah's arm their song: |