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2 The highest hopes we cherish here,
WATCHFULNESS AND FIDELITY. 489 S. M. 1 A chARGE to keep I have, A God to glorify; A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky. 2 To serve the present age, My calling to fulfil; 0 may it all my powers engage To do my Master's will ! 3 Arm me with jealous care, As in Thy sight to live; And 0, Thy servant, Lord, prepare, A strict account to give 4 Help me to watch and pray, And on Thyself rely, Assured, if I my trust betray, 348 I shall forever die. C. Wesley. 1762. 4
490 C. M. 1 Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on : A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around
Doddridge. 1755. 491 L. M.
1 Awake, our souls, away our fears;
2 True, ’tis a strait and thorny road,
3 The mighty God, whose matchless power
.5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, - We'll mount aloft to Thine abode; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amid the heavenly road. Watts. 1709.
492 - L. M. 1 STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the Gospel armor on ; March to the gates of endless joy, Where Jesus thy great Captain's gone.
2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course,
Thy Jesus nailed them to the Cross,
3 Then let my soul march boldly on, Press forward to the heavenly gate; There peace and joy etermal reign, And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 4 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. Watts. 1709. a. 493 C. M. 1 AM I a soldier of the Cross, A follower of the Lamb 2 And shall I fear to own His cause, Or blush to speak His Name? 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, Whilst others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas? 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vain world a friend to grace, 350 To help me on to God? 50.
4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign:
5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
494 S. M. 1. SoLDIERs of Christ, arise, And put your armor on, Strong in the strength which God supplies Through His eternal Son;
2 Strong in the Lord of Hosts,
3 Stand then in His great might,
But take, to arm you for the fight,
4 That having all things done,
5 From strength to strength go on,
Tread all the powers of darkness down,
6 Still let the Spirit cry,
C. Wesley. 1749.
495 S. M. 1 My soul, be on Thy guard; Ten thousand foes arise, And hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies. 2 0 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 once at ease sit down; Thine arduous work will not be done, Till thou receive thy crown.
4 Fight on, my soul, till death
496 Mein Jesu, Dem die Seraphinen. L. M.
1 INTo Thy gracious hands I fall,