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

In robes of vict'ry through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine.

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Y soul, be on thy guard;
Ten thousand foes arise;
The hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw Thee from the skies.

2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray;
The battle ne'er give o'er;
Renew it boldly ev'ry day,
And help divine implore.

S. M.

3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won,
Nor lay thine armor down;
Thine arduous work will not be done
Till thou obtain thy crown.

4 Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God;

He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,
To His divine abode.

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S.M

QUIP me for the war,

EQUIP

And teach my hands to fight;

My simple, upright heart prepare,
And guide my words aright.

2 Control my ev'ry thought;

And all my sins remove;

Let all my works in Thee be wrought,
Let all be wrought in love.

3 Oh, arm me with the mind,
Meek Lamb, that was in Thee!
And let enlighten'd zeal be join'd
With perfect charity.

4 Oh, may I love like Thee!

In all Thy footsteps tread;
Thou hatest all iniquity,

But nothing Thou hast made.

5 Oh, may I learn the art,

With meekness to reprove!

And hate the sin with all my heart,
But still the sinner love.

SPIRITUAL DECLENSION.

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C. M.

SWEET was the time when first I felt

The Saviour's pard'ning blood

Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.

2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd,
His praises tuned my tongue;

And, when the evening shades prevail'd,
His love was all my song.

3 In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord,
And saw His glory shine;
And, when I read His holy word,
I call'd each promise mine.

4 Now when the evening shade prevails,
My soul in darkness mourns;

And when the morn the light reveals,
No light to me returns.

5 Now Satan threatens to prevail,
And make my soul his prey;
Yet, Lord, Thy mercies cannot fail,
Oh, come without delay!

460 (228).

STA

L.M

TAY, Thou insulted Spirit, stay, Though I have done Thee such despite; Nor cast the sinner quite away,

Nor take Thine everlasting flight.

2 Though I have steel'd my stubborn heart,
Oft shaken off my guilty fears,
And vex'd and urged Thee to depart,
For many long rebellious years;

3 Though I have most unfaithful been
Of all who e'er Thy grace received,
Ten thousand times Thy goodness seen,
Ten thousand times Thy goodness grieved
4 Yet, oh, the chief of sinners spare

In honor of my great High-Priest; Nor in Thy righteous anger swear T'exclude me from Thy people's rest.

5 This only woe I deprecate,

This only plague I pray remove,
Nor leave me in my lost estate,
Nor curse me with this want of love.

6 E'en now my weary soul release,
Upraise me with Thy gracious hand,
And guide into Thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised land.

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LORD, and shall our fainting souls
Thy just displeasure ever mourn?
Thy Spirit grieved, and long withdrawn,
Will He no more to us return?

= Great Source of light and peace, return,
Nor let us mourn and sigh in vain;
Come, repossess our longing hearts
With all the graces of Thy train.

L.M.

This temple, hallow'd by Thy hand,
Once more be with Thy presence blest;
Here be Thy grace anew display'd;
Be this Thine everlasting rest.

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AFFLICTIONS.

C. M.

FFLICTION is a stormy deep,
Where wave resounds to wave;

Though o'er my head the billows roll,
I know the Lord can save.

2 The hand that now withholds my joys
Can reinstate my peace;

And He who bade the tempest roar,
Can bid that tempest cease.

3 In the dark watches of the night,
I'll count His mercies o'er;
I'll praise Him for ten thousand past,
And humbly sue for more.

4 When darkness and when sorrows rose
And press'd on every side,

The Lord has still sustain'd my steps,
And still has been my guide.

5 Here will I rest, and build my hopes,
Nor murmur at His rod;
He's more than all the world to me,
My health, my life, my God!

463 (956).

OD of my life, to Thee I call!

GAfflicted at Thy feet I fall;

L.M

When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail.

2 Friend of the friendless and the faint!
Where should I lodge my deep complaint?
Where but with Thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor!

3 Did ever mourner plead with Thee,
And Thou refuse that mourner's plea?
Does not Thy word still fix'd remain,
That none shall seek Thy face in vain!

4 Poor though I am―despised, forgot,
Yet God, my God, forgets me not;
And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.

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WHEN languor and disease invade

This trembling house of clay,

'Tis sweet to look beyond my pains,
And long to fly away.

C.