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See saints and angels joined in one,
And march in splendour to the throne. 8 They stand in wonder and look on,
They join in one eternal song,
HYMN 114. L. M. 1 I'VE 'listed in the holy war,
Sing glory, glory, hallelujah. Content to suffer soldiers' fare;
Sing glory. &c. The banner over me is love,
Sing glory, &c. I draw my rations from above.
Sing glory, &c. 2 I've fought through many a battle sore,
And I must fight through many more;
And boldly march into the field. 3 I've 'listed, and I mean to fight,
Till all my foes are put to flight;
I'll give the praise to God alone.
Come, face the foe, and never flee;
Come, take the field and wear the crown. 5 With 'listing orders I am come
Coine rich, come poor, come old and young;
And glorious crowns laid up in heaven. 6 Our General he is gone before,
And you inay draw on grace's store:
'Tis awful You'll sink into eternal night.
HYMN 115. P. M.
'O'Where I might hide from sorrow;
Where I might see my Saviour's face,
And there be freed from terror.
I'd leave this world and Satan,
Where Jesus stands inviting.
Because I'm faint and feeble;
My soul is fill'd with trouble
And I repent my folly;
And still my Jesus follow.
While through this world I travel;
Which makes my foes to marvel.
I feel I'm bound for heaven;
I therefore still will praise him.
I want to die while shouting;
When soul and body's parting.
And waiting to receive me;
Where Christ is gone before me.
THE CHRISTIAN MARINER.
HYMN 116. P. M.
The way to glory is;
On these tempestuous seas;
2 Sometimes temptations blow
A dreadful hurricane,
And o'er my sides break in;
My anchor, hope, can cast
It holds my vessel fast; Safely she then at anchor rides, 'Midst stormy blasts and swelling tides. 4 If a dead calm ensues,
And heav'n no breeezes give,
I tug, and toil, and strive:
Springs up and fills my sail,
Before the pleasant gale:
The sun doth not appear,
Behold the moon or star;
My quadrant FAITH, I take,
If he the clouds should break;
By it the seas I know;
It rocks and sands doth show:
9 I keep aloof from pride,
These rocks I pass with care;
The whirlwind of despair;
Or near some coast am drove,
And thus my safety prove.
In spite of all my care,
Himself vouchsafes to steer;
I must a gulph pass through,
For all this passage go.
(Though rough, it is but short,) The pilot angels meet
And bring me into port;
HYMN 117. P. M
J Ellaunch into the deep:
Where sin lulls all asleep;
My compass is thy word; My soul each storm defies,
While I have such a Lord;
I'll trust thy faithfulness and power,
Through all my passage lie;
And guard me with his eye;
And storms forbear to toss;
The port of endless rest;
And fly to Jesus' breast:
A prosperous gale of grace:
To heaven my destin'd place:
HYMN 118. P. M.
1 THE THE people called Christians, how many
things they tell, About the land of Canaan, where saints and
angels dwell; But sin, that dreadful ocean, compasses them
around, While its tide still divides them from Canaan's
happy ground. 2 Thousands have been impatient to find their
passage through, And with united vigour have tried what they
could do ;