f 4 There shall I wear a starry crown, And triumph in alinighty grace; While all the armies of the skies Join in my glorious Leader's praise.
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.
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 face 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.
Succor implored in spiritual Conflicts.
Aff 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 prevail; Oh bear my 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.
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.
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.
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.
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? 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.
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
Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets.
4 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry;
We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high.
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. Aff 4 Lord, submissive make us go, Gladly leaving all below; Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.
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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