5 Through much distress and pain, Through many a conflict here,
Through blood, ye must the entrance gain;
Yet O! disdain to fear!
"Courage," your Captain cries,
Who all your toil foreknew,
"Toil ye shall have; yet all despise,
I have o'ercome for you."
The world cannot withstand
Its ancient Conqueror;
The world must sink beneath that hand
Which arms us for the war:
This is the victory!
Before our faith they fall;
Jesus hath died for you and me,
Believe, and conquer all.
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ESUS! and shall it ever be!
JESUS, aluan ashamed of Thee?
Scorned be the thought by rich and poor; Oh may I scorn it more and more. 2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star. Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon Let midnight blush to think of noon. 3 'Tis evening with my soul till He, That Morning Star, bids darkness flee; He sheds the beams of noon divine O'er all this midnight soul of mine. 4 Ashamed of Jesus! of that Friend On whom, for heaven, my hopes depend! It must not be! be this my shame, That I no more revere His name. 5 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, When I've no crimes to wash away; No tear to wipe, no joy to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. 6 Till then (nor is the boasting vain), Till then, I boast a Saviour slain :
And oh! may this my portion be,
That Saviour not ashained of me!"
David and Goliath.
W That proudly stalks along,
WHO is this gigantic foe
Overlooks the crowd below,
In brazen armour strong?
Loudly of his strength he boasts,
On his sword and spear relies;
Meets the God of Israel's hosts,
And all their force defies.
2 Tallest of the earth-born race,
They tremble at his power,
Flee before the monster's face,
And own him conqueror.
Who this mighty champion is,
Nature answers from within;
He is my own wickedness,
My own besetting sin.
3 In the strength of Jesu's Name,
I with the monster fight;
Feeble and unarmed I am,
But Jesus is my might:
Mindful of His mercies past,
Still I trust the same to prove;
Still my helpless soul I cast
On His redeeming love.
4 With my sling and stone I go
To fight the Philistine;
God hath said it shall be so,
And I shall conquer sin;
On His promise I rely,
Trust in an Almighty Lord;
Sure to win the victory,
For He hath spoke the word.
5 In the strength of God I rise,
I run to meet my foe;
Faith the word of power applies,
And lays the giant low:
4 That path with humble speed I'll seek,
In which my Saviour's footsteps shine;
Nor will I hear, nor will I speak,
Of any other love but Thine.
5 Henceforth may no profane delight
Divide this consecrated soul;
Possess it Thou, who hast the right, As Lord and Master of the whole. 6 Wealth, honour, pleasure, and what else This short-enduring world can give, Tempt as ye will, my soul repels, To Christ alone resolved to live. 7 Thee I can love, and Thee alone, With pure delight and inward bliss: To know Thou tak'st me for Thine own, O what a happiness is this!
8 Nothing on earth do I desire,
But Thy pure love within my breast;
This, only this, will I require,
And freely give up all the rest.
BRAHAM, when severely tried,
His faith by his obedience showed,
He with the harsh command complied,
And gave his Isaac back to God.
2 His son the father offered up,
Son of his age, his only son,
Object of all his joy and hope,
And less beloved than God alone.
3 O for a faith like his, that we
The bright example may pursue;
May gladly give up all to Thee,
To whom our more than all is due!
4 Now, Lord, to Thee our all we leave;
Our willing soul Thy call obeys;
Pleasure, and wealth, and fame we give,
Freedom, and life,-to win thy grace.
5 Is there a thing than life more dear,
A thing from which we cannot part?
We can; we now rejoice to tear The idol from our bleeding heart. 6 Jesus, accept our sacrifice;
All things for Thee we count but loss;
Lo! at Thy word our Isaac dies,
Dies on the altar of Thy cross.
7 For what to Thee, O Lord, we give,
A hundred-fold we here obtain;
And soon with Thee shall all receive,
And loss shall be eternal gain.
GOD, Thy faithfulness I plead!
My present help in time of need,
My great Deliverer Thou!
Haste to my aid, Thine ear incline,
And rescue this poor soul of mine!
I claim the promise now!
2 Where is the way? ah, show me where, That I Thy mercy may declare,
The power that sets me free:
How can I my destruction shun?
How can I from my nature run?
Answer, O God, for me!
3 One only way the erring mind
Of man, short-sighted man, can find,
From inbred sin to fly:
Stronger than love, I fondly thought,
Death, only death, can cut the knot,
Which love cannot untie.
4 But Thou, O Lord, art full of grace;
Thy love can find a thousand ways
To foolish man unknown:
My soul upon Thy love I cast:
I rest me, till the storm is past,
Upon Thy love alone.
5 Thy faithful, wise, and mighty love
Shall every stumbling-block remove,
And make an open way:
Thy love shall burst the shades of death,
And bear me, from the gulf beneath,
To everlasting day.
OD of my life, whose gracious power,
G Through varied deaths my soul hath led,
Or turned aside the fatal hour,
Or lifted up my sinking head.
2 In all my ways Thy hand I own,
Thy ruling Providence I see :
Assist me still my course to run,
And still direct my paths to Thee.
3 Oft hath the sea confessed Thy power,
And given me back at Thy command:
It could not, Lord, my life devour,
Safe in the hollow of Thine hand.
4 Oft from the margin of the grave
Thou, Lord, hast lifted up my head;
Sudden, I found Thee near to save;
The fever owned Thy touch, and fled.
5 Whither, O whither should I fly!
But to my loving Saviour's breast;
Secure within Thine arms to lie,
And safe beneath Thy wings to rest.
6 I have no skill the snare to shun,
But Thou, O Christ, my Wisdom art;
I ever into ruin run,
But Thou art greater than my heart.
7 Foolish, and impotent, and blind,
Lead me a way I have not known;
Bring me, where I my heaven may find,
The heaven of loving Thee alone.
8 Enlarge my heart to make Thee room;
Enter, and in me ever stay:
The crooked then shall straight become; The darkness shall be lost in day.
MY God, if I may call Thee moved so far:
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