2 Bure I must fight, if I would reign ; 5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, In robes of victory through the skies, 401 "Strong in the Lord." 1 SOLDIERS of Christ, arise, And put your armor on Watts. Strong in the strength which God supplies, 2 Strong in the Lord of Hosts, 3 And in his mighty power; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Stand then in his great might, 4 That having all things done, 5 Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone, From strength to strength go on, 402 Christian Warfare and Victory. S. M. C. Wesley. 1 STAND up, my soul-shake off thy fears, March to the gates of endless joy, 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course, But hell and sin are vanquished foes; L. M. 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 Bearing the Cross. Mark viii. 38. 1 DIDST thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame, bear the cross for me, And shall I fear to own thy name, 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should dread Oh let me in thy footsteps tread, 3 Inspire my soul with life divine, Watts. Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine, 4 Let mockers scoff-the world defame, C. M. Kirkham. 404 The Christian Race. Isa. xl. 28—31. Let every trembling thought be gone; 2 True 'tis a strait and thorny road, L. M. 3 The mighty God, whose matchless power We'll mount aloft to thine abode ; 405 Spiritual Sloth. 1 MY drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? Awake, my sluggish soul; Nothing has half thy work to do, 2 The little ants for one poor grain Yet we, who have a heaven t'obtain, 3 We for whose sake all nature stands, 4 We for whom God the Son came down How careless to secure that crown 5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still, Come, Holy Spirit, come and fill 6 Then shall our active spirits move; With hands of faith and wings of love, Watts. C. M. Watts. L.M. 406 Benevolence of Jesus. Acts x. 38. 1 W HEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, What were his works from day to day, But miracles of power and grace, 3 That man may last, but never lives, 4 But he who marks, from day to day, 407 Charity. Matt. xxv. 40. JESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace! How shall I count the matchless sum? What can my poverty bestow, 3 But thou hast brethren here below, 4 In them thou may'st be clothed and fed, And in their accents of distress 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 Pity for the Distressed. Gibbons. C. M. Doddridge. 1 FATHER of mercies, send thy grace To form in our obedient souls C. M. 2 Oh may our sympathizing breasts 3 When the most helpless sons of grief Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, 4 So Jesus looked on dying men, 5 On wings of love the Saviour flew, 409 "To whom shall we go?" John vi. 67. Doddridge. My refuge, my almighty Friend- A wretched wanderer from my Lord? 3 Eternal life thy words impart; On these my fainting spirit lives; 6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie ; L.M. Mrs. Steele. |