138. L .M.

The Christian Warfare.

1 AWAKE, my soul! lift up thine eyes;
See where thy foes against thee rise
In long array, a numerous host;
Awake, my soul! or thou art lost.

2 Here giant danger threatening stands,
Mustering his pale, terrific bands;
There, pleasure's silken banners spread,
And willing souls are captives led.

3 See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage;
The meanest foe of all the train
Has thousands and ten thousands slain.

4 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground;
Perils and snares beset thee round
Beware of all, guard every part,
But most, the traitor in thy heart.

5 Come then, my soul! now learn to wield
The weight of thine immortal shield;
Put on the armour from above

Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love.

6 The terror and the charm repel,

And powers of earth, and powers of hell:
The Man of Calvary triumphed here;
Why should his faithful followers fear!

Mrs. Barbauld.

139. L. M.

Personal Virtues.

1 AWAKE, my soul! rouse every power,
Thy native dignity display:

Let lust and passion reign no more,
No longer own their lawless sway.

2 Thy temper meek and humble be,
Content and pleased with every state;
From dire revenge and envy free,
And wild ambition to be great.

3 Confine thy roving appetites;

From this vain world withdraw thine eyes,
Fix them on those divine delights,
Reserved for saints above the skies.

4 With eager zeal pursue the prize;
Each fleeting hour of life improve:
This course will speak thee truly wise,
And raise thee to the world above.

140. c. M.

Browne.

Zeal and Vigour in the Christian Race. Phil. iii. 12—14.

1 AWAKE, my soul! stretch every nerve, ¿ And press with vigour 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 That prize, with perless glories bright,
Which shall new ustre boast,

When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems Shall blend in common dust.

5 My soul! with all thy wakened powers,
Survey the immortal prize;

Nor let the glittering toys of earth,
Allure thy wandering eyes.

Doddridge, transposed.

141. L. M.

Divine Majesty and Goodness in Storms and Rain. - Ps. civ

1 AWAKE my soul! to hymns of praise; To God the song of triumph raise: Adorned with majesty divine,

What pomp, what glory, Lord! are thine.

2 Light forms his robe, and round his head
The heavens their ample curtain spread :
See on the wind's expanded wings
The chariot of the King of kings!

3 Around him ranged in awful state,
Dark silent storms attentive wait,
And thunders, ready to fulfil

The mandates of his sovereign will.

4 From earth's low margin to the skies,
He bids the dusky vapours rise;
Then, from his magazines on high,
Commands the imprisoned winds to fly.

5 The lightning's pallid sheet expands,
And showers descend on furrowed lands;
While down the mountain's channeled side
The torrent rolls in swelling pride:

6 Till spent its wild impetuous force,
And settled in its destined course,
It waters all the fruitful plains,
And life in various forms sustains.

7 Thus clouds, and storms, and fires obey
Thy wise and all-controlling sway;
And while thy terrors round us stand,
We see a Father's bounteous hand.

Merrick, as alt'd. in Belknap's Coll

142. C. M.

Triumph in the Prospect of future Glory. Rom. xin
1 AWAKE, ye saints! and raise your eyes
And raise your voices high:
Awake, and praise that sovereign love
Which shows salvation nigh.

2 On all the wings of time it flies;
Each moment brings it near:
Then welcome each declining day,
Welcome each closing year!

3 Not many years their round shall run,
Not many mornings rise,

Ere all its glories stand revealed

To our admiring eyes.

4 Ye wheels of nature! speed your course; Ye mortal powers! decay;

Fast as ye bring the night of death,

Ye bring eternal day.

Doddridge.

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143. s. M.

Attraction of the Cross. John xii. 32.

BEHOLD the amazing sight,

The Saviour lifted high! Behold the Son of God's delight Expire in agony!

2 We see, and we admire, In sympathy of love;

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We feel the strong attractive power,
To lift our souls above.

Drawn by such cords as these,
Let all the earth combine,

With cheerful ardour, to confess
The energy divine.

In him our hearts unite,

Nor share his griefs alone,

But from his cross pursue their flight

To his triumphant throne.

144. s. M.

Christ the Light of the World.

BEHOLD the Prince of peace, The chosen of the Lord, God's well-beloved Son, fulfils The sure prophetic word!

2 No royal pomp adorns

This king of righteousness;

Doddridge.

But meekness, patience, truth and love, Compose his princely dress.