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2 The highest hopes we cherish here,
How fast they tire and faint'
How many a spot defiles the robe
That wraps an earthly saint!
O for a heart that never sins !
O for a soul washed white
0 for a voice to praise our King,
Nor weary day or night!
3 Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope,
And grace to lead us higher:
But there are perfectness and peace
Beyond our best desire.
0 by Thy Love and anguish, Lord,
0 by Thy life laid down,
Grant that we fall not from Thy grace,
Nor cast away our crown
Cecil Frances Alexander. 1853.

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
Hold thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis His own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.
4 Blest Savior, introduced by Thee,
Have I my race begun;
And crowned with victory, at Thy feet
I'll lay my honors down.

Doddridge. 1755. 491 L. M.

1 Awake, our souls, away our fears;
Let every trembling thought be gone.
Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.

2 True, ’tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of every saint.

3 The mighty God, whose matchless power
Is ever new and ever young,
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting cycles run.
4 From Thee, the ever-flowing Spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply;
While such as trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die. 49

.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,
But hell and sin are vanquished foes;

Thy Jesus nailed them to the Cross,
And sung the triumph when He rose.

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:
Increase my courage, Lord;
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy word.

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
- Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
By faith they bring it migh.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all Thine armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine. Watts. 1709. a.

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,
And in His mighty power:
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts
Is more than conqueror.

3 Stand then in His great might,
With all His strength endued;

But take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God:

4 That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone,
And stand entire at last.

5 From strength to strength go on,
Wrestle, and fight, and pray:

Tread all the powers of darkness down,
And win the well-fought day.

6 Still let the Spirit cry,
In all his soldiers, “Come,”
Till Christ the Lord descends from high,
And takes the conquerors home.

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
Shall bring thee to thy God;
He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,
To His divine abode. Heath.

496 Mein Jesu, Dem die Seraphinen. L. M.

1 INTo Thy gracious hands I fall,
And with the arms of faith embrace;
O King of glory, hear my call !
0 raise me, heal me by Thy grace'
Now righteous through Thy wounds I am:
No condemnation now I dread;
I taste salvation in Thy Name,
Alive in Thee, my living Head'
2 Still let Thy wisdom be my guide,
Nor take Thy Light from me away:
Still with me let Thy grace abide,
352 That I from Thee may never stray.

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