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3 My life, my strength, my heart, my tongao
My soul, my flesh to thee I givel
403. S. M. Dr. Doddridge. The active Christian. Luke xii. 35-38 1
Each in his office wait, Observant of his heav'nly word,
And watchful at his gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame; Gird up your loins, as in his sight,
For awful is his name. 3 Watch, 'tis your Lord's command:
And while we speak, he's near ; Mark the first signal of his hand,
And ready all appear. 4 O happy servant he
In such a posture found !
And be with honour crown'd. 5 Christ shall the banquet spread
With his own royal hand,
401. L. M. Dr. Watts.
Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone), Awake, and in the heav'nly race,
And put a cheerful courage on. 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,
And inortal spirits tire and faint'; But they forget the mighty God,
That feeds the strength of ev'ry saint. 3 The mighty God, whose matchless pow'r
Is ever new and ever young,
Their everlasting circles run.
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply, While such as trust their native strength, Sball 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 heav'nly road.
405. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. The Christian Race. Phil. iii. 12.-14. A'And press with’ vigour on:
WAKE, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve, A heav'nly
race demands thy zeal,
That calls thee from on high;
To thine aspiring eye.
Hold thee in full survey;
And onward urge thy way.
Have we onr race begun :
vict'ry, at thy feet
406. P. M. Mr. Oliver. The Christian's Pilgrimage and Prospect. 1 ,
And earth and hell withstand;
At God's command;
With Jesus in my view,
My way pursue.
With peace and plenty blest;
And endless rest.
And oil and wine abound;
With mercy crown'd.
The Lord our righteousness;
The Prince of Peace.
On Sion's sacred height
His Kingdom still maintains,
407. C. M. Mr. Beddome.
Holy Zeal and Diligence. 1
WHELE carnal men, with all their might, How slow th' advances which I make,
With heaven itself in view !
Great God, my love inflame
Is but an empty name.
I would with fervour strive:
408. L. M. Dr. Stennett.
The Christian Warfare. . .1
captain sounds the alarm of war, To arms! to arms! I hear him cry,
'Tis your's to conquer or to die. 2 Rons'd by the animating sound,
I cast my eager eyes around;
And bid each trembling fear begone. 3 Hope is my helmet, faith my shield,
Thy word, my God, the sword I wield :
And holy zeal inspires my heart.
Resolv'd to pnt my foes to flight:
His congu’ring banner o'er my head. 5 In him I hope, in him I trust;
His bleeding cross is all my boast;
409. L. M. Dr. Watts.
The Christian Warfare. 1
And gird the gospel-armour opi
March to the gates of endless joy,
Where thy great Captain-Saviour's gone. 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course;
But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes; Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross,
And sung the triumph when he rose. 3 What tho’ 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 heav'nly gate; There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glitt'ring robes for conqu'rors wait. 5 There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace;
410. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. Courage excited by the Presence and
Example of Christ.
Leader of thine Israel's hosts,
Legions of foes beset thee round,
Ånd legions fled with shame. 2 A vict'ry glorious and complete,
Thou by thy death didst gain So in thy cause may we contend,
And death itself sustain ! 3 By our illustrious General fir'd,
We no extremes would fear; Prepar'd to struggle and to bleed,
If thon, our Lord, be near. 4 We'll trace the footsteps thou hast dram
To triumph and renown;
411. C. M. Dr. Watts. Holy Fortitude. 1 Cor. xvi. 13. 1 !
M I a soldier of the cross, And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blusb to speak his name? & Must I be carried to the skies,
On dowry beds of ease;
While others fought to wiu the prize,
And sail'd through bloody seas? 3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood ?
To help me on to God?
Increase my courage, Lord!
Supported by thy word.
Shall conqaer though they die:
Aud seize it with their eye.
And all thy armies shine
412. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. Courage in God's Protection. Psalm xviii. La I
While marching o'er this dang rous Yet in Jehovah's aid I trust, [ground
And in his pow'r superior boast.
To cover this defenceless head:
Their darts I count as rattling hair. 3 He is my rock, and he my tow'r;
The base how firm! the walls how sure!
He is my strength, and he my song;
And all my foes dispers'd shall flee. 5 Through the long march my lips shall sing
My great protector, and my hing,
And all my painful warfare end.
Through all the prospect wide and fair,