2 With my burden I begin ;
Lord, remove this load of sin;
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.
3 Lord, I come to thee for rest,
Take possession of my breast;
There thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.

4 While I am a pilgrim here,
Let thy love my spirit cheer;
Be my guide, my guard, my friend;
Lead me to my journey's end.

5 Show me what I have to do,
Every hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me die thy people's death.

398

Watchfulness and Prayer.

AH, when shall I awake

From sin's soft soothing power;

The slumber from my spirit shake,
And rise to fall no more?
Awake, no more to sleep,

But stand with constant care,
Look up to God my soul to keep,
And ever watch in prayer.

2 Oh, could I always pray,
And never, never faint-
Freely to God might I convey
Each wo and each complaint;
Before him might I lie,

And tell him all my care;
And Father, Abba, Father cry,
And pour a ceaseless prayer.

3 My Saviour, 1 would wait,

Till thou shalt make me whole;
Till thou shalt all things new create
In my believing soul;

Till thou my sins subdue,

Till thou my sins destroy,

Newton.

S. M.

My spirit after God renew,
And fill with peace and joy.

C. Wesley.

399

1

"To whom shall we go?"

LORD, teach us how to pray aright,

With rev'rence and with fear: Though dust and ashes in thy sight, We may, we must draw near.

2 We perish if we cease from prayer;
Oh grant us power to pray;

And when to meet thee we prepare,
Lord, meet us by the way.

3 Burdened with guilt, convinced of sin,
In weakness, want, and wo,
Beset by foes without, within,
Lord, whither shall we go?

4 In patience would we wait and weep,
Though mercy long delay;
Our hold upon thy footstool keep,
And trust thee, though thou slay.

5 Give us to say-"thy will be done;"
Thus, strengthened by thy might,
We, by thy Spirit, through thy Son,
Shall pray, and pray aright.

C. M.

Montgomery

400

CHRISTIAN LIFE.

Holy Fortitude. 1 Cor. xvi. 13.

M 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 Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While 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 vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

C. M.

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,
And faith accounts it nigh.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine

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

401

1

"Strong in the Lord."

OLDIERS 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;
And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God.

4 That having all things done,

And all your conflicts passed,

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.

402

Christian Warfare and Victory.

Watts.

S. M.

C. Wesley.

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;

L. M.

Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross, And sung the triumph when he rose. 3 What though thine inward lusts rebel? 'Tis but a struggling gasp for life; The weapons of victorious grace

Shall slay thy sins, and end the strife 4 Then let my soul march boldly on,

Press forward to the heavenly gate;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glittering robes for conquerors wait.
5 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.

403

1

DID

Bearing the Cross. Mark viii. 38.
IDST thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame,
And bear the cross for me,
And shall I fear to own thy name,

Or thy disciple be?

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should dread
To suffer shame or loss;

Oh let me in thy footsteps tread,
And glory in thy cross.

3 Inspire my soul with life divine,
And make me truly bold;

Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine,
Nor love nor zeal grow cold.

4 Let mockers scoff-the world defame,

And treat me with disdain; Still may I glory in thy name, And count reproach my gain.

404

A

Watts.

C. M.

Kirkham.

The Christian Race. Isa. xl. 28-31. WAKE, 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.

L. M.

3 The mighty God, whose matchless power
Is ever new, and ever young;
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.

4 From thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a full supply;
While such as trust their native strength,
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.

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 amidst the heavenly road.

1 MY drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?
Awake, my sluggish soul;

Nothing has half thy work to do,
Yet nothing's half so dull.

2 The little ants for one poor grain
Labor, and toil, and strive;

Yet we, who have a heaven t' obtain,
How negligent we live!

3 We, for whose sake all nature stands,
And stars their courses move-

We for whose guard the angel bands
Come flying from above-

4 We for whom God the Son came down
And labored for our good-

How careless to secure that crown
He purchased with his blood!

5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,
And never act our parts?

Come, Holy Spirit, come and fill
And wake and warm our hearts.

6 Then shall our active spirits move;
Upward our souls shall rise:

With hands of faith and wings of love,
We'll fly and take the prize.

406

1

Benevolence of Jesus. Acts x. 38.

WHEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay,

Walls.

C. M.

Watts.

What were his works from day to day,

L. M.