3 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock
I would disdain to feed?

Hast thou a foe before whose face
I fear thy cause to plead?

4 Would not my heart pour forth its blood In honour of thy name?

And challenge the cold hand of death
To damp the immortal flame?

5 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord; But oh! I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love thee more.

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JESU, at thy command

I launch into the deep:
And leave my native land,

Where sin lulls all asleep:

For thee I fain would all resign,

And sail to heav'n with thee and thine.

What though the seas are broad,

What though the waves are strong, What though tempestuous winds Distress me all along;

Yet what are seas, or stormy wind,

Compar'd to Christ the sinner's friend?

3 Christ is my pilot wise,
My compass is his word;
My soul each storm defies,

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While I have such a Lord; I trust his faithfulness and pow'r To save me in the trying hour.

By faith I see the land,

The port of endless rest;
My soul, thy wings expand,

And fly to Jesu's breast.

Oh may I reach the heav'nly shore,
Where winds and seas distress no more!

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Whene'er becalm'd I lie,

And all my storms subside;
Then to my succour fly,

And keep me near thy side:

For more the treach'rous calm I dread
Than tempests bursting o'er my head.

6 Come, heav'nly wind, and blow A prosp'rous gale of grace, To waft from all below

To heav'n, my destin'd place.

Then in full sail my port I'll find,
And leave the world and sin behind.

81.

NOT words alone it cost the Lord

To purchase pardon for his own;
Nor will a soul by grace restor❜d,

Return the Saviour words alone.

2 With golden bells, the priestly vest, And rich pomegranates border'd round, The need of holiness express'd,

And call'd for fruit as well as sound.

3 Easy indeed it were to reach

A mansion in the courts above,
If swelling words, and fluent speech,
Might serve instead of faith and love.

4 But none shall gain that blissful place,
Or God's unclouded glory see,
Who talks of free and sov'reign grace,
Unless that grace has made him free.

82.

SOLDIERS of Christ, arise,

And put your armour on;

Strong in the strength which God supplies,

Through his eternal Son.

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Strong in the Lord of hosts,
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 armour of your God-

That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,

Ye may behold your victory won,
And stand complete at last.

Who was conceived by the Holy Ghost, Born of the Virgin Mary.

HAR

83.

ARK the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promis'd long:

Let every heart prepare a throne,

And every voice a song.

2 He comes the pris'ners to release
In Satan's bondage held;

The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

3 He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,

And on the eye long closed in night
Το pour celestial day.

4 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;
And with the riches of his grace,
To bless the humble poor.

5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;

And heaven's eternal arch shall ring
With thy beloved name.