3 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound." VICISSITUDES AND CONFLICTS. 389 STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, March to the gates of endless joy, 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course, 3 What though the prince of darkness rage, 4 What though thy inward lusts rebel; 5 Then let my soul march boldly on, 6 There shall I wear a starry crown, 390 AM THE CHRISTIAN SOLDIER. MI a soldier of the cross, And shall I fear to own his cause, 2 Must I be carried to the skies, While others fought to win the prize, 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Is this dark world a friend to grace, 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; 5 Thy saints in all this glorious war, 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, In robes of victory through the skies, C. M. 391 STRUGGLING AGAINST DOUBTS AND L. M. FEARS. HEN darkness long has veiled my mind, WH And smiling day once more appears, Then, my Redeemer, then I find The folly of my doubts and fears. 2 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart, And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part, 3 0 let me then at length be taught, 4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat; 5 But, O my Lord, one look from thee 6 Thou art as ready to forgive, Thou, therefore, all the praise receive; 392 PRAYER FOR THE RETURN OF THE SPIRIT. C. M. O! FOR a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the road 2 Where is the blessedness I knew 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed, 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 5 The dearest idol I have known, Help me to tear it from thy throne, 6 So shall my walk be close with God, 393 STRENGTH EQUAL TO THE DAY. L. M. AFFLICTED saint, to Christ draw near, Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear; His faithful word declares to thee, 2 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong, 3 Should persecution rage and flame, That as thy day, thy strength shall be." 4 When called by him to bear the cross, Still "as thy day, thy strength shall be." as thy day, thy strength shall be.” 394 FEARS DISMISSED. C. M. YE E trembling souls, dismiss your fears, Mercy, which like a river flows 2 Fear not the powers of earth and hell; 3 Fear not the want of outward good; Grant them supplies of daily food, 4 Fear not that he will e'er forsake, 5 Fear not the terrors of the grave, 395 THE MOURNER COMFORTED. YOUR harps, ye trembling saints, Down from the willows take; Loud to the praise of love divine, 2 Though in a foreign land, We are not far from home, 3 His grace will, to the end, Stronger and brighter shine; Nor present things, nor things to come, S. M. |