6 My Conqu'ror and my King, And with thee thy glad captive bring, Thomas H. Gill, 1859. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, CONFLICT. 731. 8. M. 1 JESUS, my strength, my hope, 2 Give me on thee to wait, Till I can all things do; 3 I want a godly fear, A quick discerning eye, 4 A spirit still prepared, And armed with jealous care; 5 I want a heart to pray, Το pray and never cease; 6 This blessing, above all, Out of the deep on thee to call, 7 I want a true regard, Unmoved by threat'ning or reward, 8 A jealous, just concern For thine immortal praise; 9 I rest upon thy word, The promise is for me; 10 But let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove, 732. Charles Wesley, 1742. S. M. 1 YE servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of his heavenly word, 2 Let all your lamps be bright, 3 Watch; 't is your Lord's command; 4 Oh happy servant he, In such a posture found; He shall his Lord with rapture see, 5 Christ shall the banquet spread And raise that fav'rite servant's head 733. Philip Doddridge, 1755, a. L. M. 1 STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel armor on; March to the gates of endless joy, [gone. Where thy great Captain-Saviour's 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 Then let my soul march boldly on, Press forward to the heavenly gate; There peace and joy eternal reign, [wait. And glittering robes for conquerors 4 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. 734. Isaac Watts, 1709. L. M. 1 AWAKE, our souls; away, our fears; 2 True, 't is a strait and thorny road, But they forget the mighty God, Who feeds the strength of every saint, 3 The mighty God, whose matchless power Is ever new and ever young, And firm endures, while endless years 4 From thee, the overflowing spring, Our souls shall drink a fresh supply; We'll mount aloft to thine abode; 735. Isaac Watts, 1709. 1 O ISRAEL, to thy tents repair: L. M. Why thus secure on hostile ground? Thy King commands thee to beware, For many foes thy camp surround. 2 The trumpet gives a martial strain: O Israel, gird thee for the fight! Arise, the combat to maintain, And put thine enemies to flight. 3 Thou shouldst not sleep, as others do; 4 A nobler lot is cast for thee; A kingdom waits thee in the skies: With such a hope, shall Israel flee, Or yield, through weariness, the prize? 5 No; let a careless world repose, [day, And slumber on through life's short While Israel to the conflict goes, And bears the glorious prize away! 736. Thomas Kelly, 1806. 1 Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb, And shall I fear to own his cause, C. M. 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Is this vile 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, 737. Isaac Watts, 1709. C. M. 1 THE Son of God goes forth to war, His blood-red banner streams afar; 2 Who best can drink his cup of woe, Who patient bears his cross below, 3 The martyr first, whose eagle eye |