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III 4 There shall I wear a starry crown,

And triumph in alınighty grace;
While all the armies of the skies

Join in my glorious Leader's praise.

S. M.

St. Thomas. Pentonvillo.

C. M.


Watchfulness and Prayer inculcated.
1 MY 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 every day,

And help divine implore.
3 Ne'er think the victory won,

Nor lay thine armor down:
Thy 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,
Up to his blest abode.

Stamford. Stephens 382

Christian Courage and Self-denial.
1 AM I a soldier of the cross,

A follower of the Lamb ?--
And shall I fear to own his cause?-

Or blush to speak his name?
2 Are there no foes for me to facer

Must I not stem the flood ?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,

To help me on to God?
3 Sure I must fight-if I would reign;

Increase my courage, Lord !
I'll bear the toil-endure the pain,

Supported by thy word.
4 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,

Shall conquer, though they're slain :
They see the triumph from afar,

And soon with Christ shall reign.
5 When that illustrious day shall rise,

And all thy armies shine

In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.
C. M

Grafton. Bether. 383

Succor implored in spiritual Conflicts.
Af 1 ALAS, what hourly dangers rise!

What snares beset my way!
To heaven oh let me lift mine eyes,

And hourly watch and pray.
2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain,

And melt in flowing tears!
My weak resistance !-ah, how vain!

How strong my foes and fears!
3 O gracious God! in whom I live,

My feeble efforts aid;
Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,

Though trembling and afraid.
4 Increase my faith--increase my hope,

When foes and fears preyail;
Oh bear iny fainting spirit up,

Or soon my strength will fail.
5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart,

Or lure my feet aside,
My God, thy powerful aid impart,

My guardian and my guide.
6 Oh keep me in thy heavenly way,

And bid the tempter flee;
And let me never, never stray
From happiness and thee.
C. M.

Patmos. Judea. 384

The heavenly Mansion.
1 THERE is a house not made with hands,

Eternal, and on high;
And here my spirit waiting stands

Till God shall bid it fly.
2 Shortly this prison of my clay

Must be dissolved, and fall;
Then, O my soul, with joy obey

Thy heavenly Father's call.
3 'Tis he, by his almighty grace,

That forms thee fit for heaven;
And, as an earnest of the place,

Has his own Spirit given.

4 We walk by faith of joys to come;

Faith lives upon his word;
But while the body is our home,

We're absent from the Lord.
5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,

But we had rather see;
We would be absent from the flesh,
And present, Lord, with thee.
C, M.

Arlington. Judea. 385

Hope of Heaven by Christ.
1 BLEST be the everlasting God,

The Father of our Lord;
Be his abounding mercy praised,

His majesty adored.
2 When from the dead he raised his Son,

And called him to the sky,
He gave our souls a joyful hope,

That they should never die.
3 What though his uncontrolled decree

Command our flesh to dust?
Yet, as the Lord, our Saviour, rose,

So all his followers must.
4 To an inheritance divine,

He taught our hearts to rise;
'Tis uncorrupted, undefiled,

Unfading, in the skies.
5 Saints by the power of God are kept

Till his salvation come;
We walk by faith, as strangers here,

Till Christ shall call us home. 386

L. M. 61.

Dresden. Eaton. 1 AND art thou, gracious Master, gone

A mansion to prepare for me?
Shall I behold thee on thy throne,

And there forever sit with thee?
Then, let the world approve or blame,

I'll triumph in thy glorious name.
2 What transport, Lord, shall fill my heart,

When thou my worthless name wilt own!
When I shall see thee as thou art,

And know as I myself am known!
From sin, and fear, and sorrow free,
My soul shall find its rest in thee.

L. M.

Alfreton. Duke Street

L. M.

387 The Sight of God and Christ the Joy of Heaven.
1 OH! for a sight-a pleasing sight

Of our almighty Father's throne!
There sits our Saviour, crowned with light,

Clothed with a body like our own.
2 Adoring saints around him stand,

And thrones and powers before him fall; The God shines gracious through the man,

And sheds bright glories on them all!
3 Oh! what amazing joys they feel,

While to their golden harps they sing,
And echo from each heavenly hill,

The glorious triumphs of their King !
4 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,

That I shall mount to dwell above,
And stand and bow amidst them there,

And view thy face—and sing thy love? 388

Ralston. Appleton. 1 UP to the fields where angels lie,

And living waters gently roll,
Fain would my thoughts ascend on high,

But sin hangs heavy on my soul.
2 Oh might I once mount up and see

The glories of th' eternal skies !
How vain a thing this world would be!

How empty all its fleeting joys!
3 Great All in All! eternal King!

Let me but view thy lovely face,
And all my powers shall bow and sing
Thine endless grandeur and thy grace.

Utica. Pentonvulo. 389

Heavenly Joy on Earth.
1 COME, we that love the Lord,

And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,

And thus surround the throne.
2 Let those refuse to sing,

Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King

May speak their joys abroad.
3 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets

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S. M.


Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets. f 4 Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry;
We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground,

To fairer worlds on high. 390

Pleyel's Hymn. Pilton. 1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King

As ye journey, sweetly sing ;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,

Glorious in his works and ways.
2 Ye are travelling home to God,

In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now and ye

Soon their happiness shall see.
f 3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest ;

You on Jesus' throne shall rest:
There your seat is now prepared-

There your kingdom and reward.
Alf 4 Lord, submissive make us go,

Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

C. M. Christmas. Litchfield 391

This Life a Pilgrimage.
mp 1 LORD, what a wretched land is this,

That yields us no supply,
No cheering fruits-no

wholesome trees,
No streams of living joy ?
2 Our journey is a thorny maze,

But we march upward still ;
Forget these troubles of the ways,

And reach at Zion's hill.
dol 3 There, on a green and flowery mount,

Our weary souls shall sit-
And with transporting joy recount

The labors of our feet.
4 Eternal glory to the King,

Whose hand conducts us through ;
Our tongues shall never cease to sing,

And endless praise renew.


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