4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord;
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die ;
They see the triumph from afar,
And faith accounts it nigh.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine

In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

401

1 SOLDIERS of Christ, arise,

And put your armor on

Watts.

Strong in the strength which God supplies
Through his eternal Son-

2 Strong in the Lord of Hosts,

3

And in his mighty power;

Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,
Is more than conqueror.

Stand then in his great might,

With all his strength endued; And take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God.

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

Ye 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.

402

Christian Warfare and Victory.

S. M.

C. Wesley

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 Jesus, thy great Captain's gone.

2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course,

But hell and sin are vanquished foes;

Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross, And sung the triumph when he rose. 3 What though thine inward lusts rebel ? 'Tis but a struggling gasp for life; The weapons of victorious grace Shall slay thy sins, and end the strife. 4 Then let my soul march boldly on, Press forward to the heavenly gate ; There peace and joy eternal reign, And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 5 There 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.

403

1

Bearing the Cross. Mark viii. 38.
IDST thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame,
And bear the cross for me,

DIDS

And shall I fear to own thy name,
Or thy disciple be?

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should dread

To suffer shame or loss;

Oh let me in thy footsteps tread,

And glory in thy cross.

3 Inspire my soul with life divine,

And make me truly bold;

Watts.

Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine,
Nor love nor zeal grow

cold.

4 Let mockers scoff-the world defame,
And treat me with disdain ;
Still may I glory in thy name,
And count reproach my gain.

C. M.

Kirkham.

404 The Christian Race. Isa. xl. 28—31.
1 AWAKE, our souls, away, our fears;
Let every trembling thought be gone ;
Awake, and run the heavenly 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 every saint.

L. M

3 The mighty God, whose matchless power
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 heavenly road.

Spiritual Sloth.

405
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 toil, and strive;

Yet we, who have a heaven 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 labored for our good-

How careless to secure that crown
He purchased with his blood!

5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,
And never act our parts?
Come, Holy Spirit, come and fill
And wake 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.

Benevolence of Jesus. Acts x. 38.

Watts.

C. M.

Watts.

406

L.M.

1

HEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay,

day,

But miracles of power 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 bestowed, let kindness done
Be witnessed 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 But he who marks, from day to day,
With generous acts his radiant way,
Treads the same path his Saviour trod,
The path to glory and to God.

407

Charity. Matt. xxv. 40.

1 JESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace!
Thy bounties how complete!

How shall I count the matchless sum?
How pay the mighty debt?
2 High on a throne of radiant light
Dost thou exalted shine;

What can my poverty bestow,
When all the worlds are thine?

3 But thou hast brethren here below,
The partners of thy grace,
And wilt confess their humble names
Before thy Father's face.

4 In them thou may'st be clothed and fed,
And visited and cheered ;

And in their accents of distress
My Saviour's voice is heard.

5 Thy face, with reverence and with love,

I in the poor would see;

Oh rather let me beg my bread

Than hold it back from thee.

408

1 FA

Pity for the Distressed.

Gibbons.

C. M.

Doddridge.

C. M

ATHER of mercies, send thy grace
All powerful from above,

To form in our obedient souls

The image of thy love.

2 Oh may our sympathizing breasts
That generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' wo.

3 When the most helpless sons of grief
In low distress are laid,

Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.

4 So Jesus looked on dying meu,
When throned above the skies;
And 'midst the embraces of thy love,
He felt compassion rise.

5 On wings of love the Saviour flew,
To raise us from the ground;
And gave the richest of his blood,
A balm for every wound.

409 "To whom shall we go?" John vi. 67.

1 THO

Doddridge.

HOU only Sovereign of my heart,
My refuge, my almighty Friend-
And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend?
2 Whither, ah whither shall I go,

A wretched wanderer from my Lord?
Can this dark world of sin and wo
One glimpse of happiness afford?
3 Eternal life thy words impart ;

On these my fainting spirit lives;
Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart
Than all the round of nature gives.
4 Let earth's alluring joys combine-
While thou art near, in vain they call;
One smile, one blissful smile of thine,
My dearest Lord, outweighs them all.
5 Thy name my inmost powers adore,
Thou art my life, my joy, my care;
Depart from thee! 'tis death! 'tis more;
"Tis endless ruin, deep despair!

6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie;
Here safety dwells, and peace divine;
Still let me live beneath thine eye,
For life, eternal life is thine.

L. M

Mrs. Steele.