HOU Lamb of God, thou Prince of
Peace,
For thee my thirsty foul doth pine! My longing heart implores thy grace: 'make me in thy likeness fhine!
2 With fraudlefs, even humble mind, Thy will in all things may I fee! In love be ev'ry with refign'd,
And hallow'd my whole heart to thee.
3 When pain o'er my weak flesh prevails,
With lamb-like patience arm my breast;
When grief my wounded foul affails,
In lowly meeknefs may I rest.
4 Clofe by thy fide ftill may I keep,
Howe'er life's various currents flow;
With steadfaft eye mark ev'ry step,
And follow thee where'er thou go.
5 Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight haft won;
Alone thou haft the wine-prefs trod ;
In me thy ftrength'ning grace be shown,
O may I conquer through thy blood!
6 So, when on Sion thou fhalt ftand,
And all heav'ns hofts adore their King,
Shall I be found at thy right hand,
And free from pain thy glories fing.
HYMN CCIII. L. M.
ESUS, the weary wand'rer's reft,
Give me thine eafy yoke to bear;
With steadfast patience arm my breast,
With fpotlefs love, and lowly fear.
2 Thankful I take the cup from thee,
Prepar'd and mingled by thy skill;
Though bitter to the tafte it be,
Pow'rful the wounded foul to heal,
3 Be thou, O Rock of ages nigh!
So fhall each murmuring thought be gone!
And grief, and fear, and care fhall fly,
As clouds before the mid-day fun.
4 Speak to my warring paffions, "Peace;"
Say to my troubled heart, "Be ftill
Thy pow'r, my ftrength and fortress is,
For all things ferve thy foy'reign will.
5 O death! where is thy fting? where now,
Thy boafted victory, O grave?
Who fhall contend with God? or who
Can hurt whom God delights to fave?
OLDIERS of Chrift, arise,
And put your armour on,
Strong in the ftrength which God supplies,
Through his eternal Son :
Strong in the Lord of Hofts,
And in his mighty pow'r,
Who in the ftrength of Jefus truft,
Is more than conqueror.
Stand then in his great might,
With all his ftrength endu'd,
But take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God;
That having all things done,
And all your conflicts paft,
Ye may o'ercome through Chrift alone,
And ftand entire at laft.
Stand then against your foes,
In clofe and firm array:
Legions of wily fiend oppose
Throughout the evil day;
But meet the fons of night,
And mock their vain defign;
Arm in the arms of heav'nly light,
Of righteousness divine:
4 Leave no unguarded place,
No weakness of the foul:
Take ev'ry virtue ev'ry grace,
And fortify the whole;
But above all, lay hold
On faith's victorious fhield:
Arm'd with that adamant and gold,
You're sure to win the field,
NDISSOLUBLY join'd,
To battle all proceed;
But arm yourselves with all the mind,
That was in Christ your head:
If faith furround your heart,
Satan fhall be fubdued,
Repell'd his ev'ry fiery dart,
And quench'd with Jefu's blood,
Jefus hath dy'd for you!
What can his love withstand?
Believe, hold fast your shield, and who
Shall pluck you from his hand?
Believe, that Jefus reigns,
All pow'r to him is giv'n:
Believe till freed from fin's remains:
Believe yourselves to heav'n!
To keep your armour bright,
Attend with conftant care;
Still walking in your Captain's fight,
And watching unto pray'r;
Ready for all alarms,
Steadfastly fet your face,
And always exercise your arms,
And use your ev'ry grace.
Pray! without ceafing, pray,
(Your Captain gives the word)
His fummons cheerfully obey,
And call upon the Lord:
To God your ev'ry want,
In inftant pray'r difplay;
Pray, always pray, and never faint,
Pray! without ceafing, pray.
ARK! how the watchmen cry: Attend the trumpet's found; Stand to your arms, the foe is nigh! The pow'rs of hell furround: Who bow to Chrift's command, Your arms and hearts prepare
The day of battle is at hand!
Go forth to glorious war!
2 See on the mountain-top,
The ftandard of our God!
In Jefu's name I lift it up,
All ftain'd with hallow'd blood
His ftandard-bearer, I,
To all the nations call:
Let all to Jefu's cross draw nigh!
He bore the cross for all.
3 Go up with Chrift your Head,
Your Captain's footsteps fee:
Follow your Captain, and be led
To certain victory:
All pow'r to him is giv'n :
He ever reigns the fame :
Salvation, happiness, and heav'n,
Are all in Jefu's name.
4 Only have faith in God;
In faith your foes affail :
Not wrestling against flesh and blood,
But all the pow'rs of hell;
From thrones of glory driv'n,
By flaming vengeance hurl'd,
They throng the air, depriv'd of heav'n,
They rule the lower world.
MI a foldier of the cross,
A foll'wer of the Lamb?
And fhall I fear to own his caufe,
Or blush to speak his name?
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