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2 The little ants for que poor grain
Labour, and tug, and strive;

Yet we, who have a heav'n 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 labour'd for our good,

How careless to secure that crown
He purchas'd with his blood!

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

Come, holy dove, from th' heav'nly hill,
And sit 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.

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399. L. M. Dr. Doddridge.

Fortitude and Resignation. Acts xx. 24.

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ASSIST US, Lord, thy name to praise,

For this rich gospel of thy grace;
And, that our hearts may love it more,
Teach them to feel its vital pow'r.
2 With joy may we our course pursue,
And keep the crown of life in view;
That crown, which in one hour repays
The labour of ten thousand days.

3 Should bonds, or death, obstruct our way,
Unmov'd, their terrors we'll survey;
And the last hour improve for thee,
The last of life, or liberty.

4 Welcome those bonds which may unite
Our souls to their supreme delight!
Welcome the death, whose painful strife
Bears us to Christ, our better life!

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400. C. M. Dr. Watts.
Courage and Honour.

'DAnd think his gospel true?

OI believe what Jesus saith,

Lord, make me bold to own my faith,
And practise virtue too.

2 Suppress my shame, subdue my fear;
Arm me with heav'nly zeal!
That I may make thy power appear,
And works of praise fulfil.

3 If men shall see my virtue shine,
And spread my name abroad,
Thine is the pow'r, the praise is thine,
My Saviour, and my God.

4 Thus when the saints in glory meet,
Their lips proclaim thy grace;
They cast their honours at thy feet,
And own their borrow'd rays.

401. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Prudence and Zeal. Psalm xxxix. 1, 2, 3. 1THUS I resolv'd before the Lord:

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"Now will I watch my tongue,

"Lest I let slip one sinful word,
Or do my neighbour wrong."
And if I'm e'er constrain❜d to stay
With men of lives profane,
I'll set a double guard that day,
Nor let my talk be vain.

3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak
The pious thoughts I feel,

Lest scoffers should th' occasion take
To mock my holy zeal.

4 Yet, if some proper hour appear,
I'll not be overaw'd,

But let the scoffing sinners hear
That I can speak for God.
402. L. M.

Resolving to serve the Lord.

1THY service, Lord, is my delight;

I would be spent and spend for thee:
Thou art my wisdom and my might;
O glorify thy name in me.

2 The light which thon to me hast giv'n,
Shall, by thy grace, break forth and shine;
I'll point to men the road to Heav'n,

And show the pow'r of love divine.

3 My life, my strength, my heart, my tongue
My soul, my flesh to thee I give!
All these to thee of right belong,
O let me to thy glory live!

403. S. M. Dr. Doddridge.

The active Christian. Luke xii. 35-38. servants of the Lord,

1 YEach 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!

He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honour crown'd.

5 Christ shall the banquet spread
With his own royal hand,

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And raise that faithful servant's head,
Amidst th' angelic band.

404. L. M. Dr. Watts.

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

WAKE our souls (away our fears,

1AW Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone),

Awake, and run the heav'nly 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, That feeds the strength of ev'ry saint. 3 The mighty God, whose matchless pow'r 1s 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 fresh 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 heav'nly road.

405. C. M. Dr. Doddridge.
The Christian Race. Phil. iii. 12-14.

1AWAKE, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve,

And press with vigour on:

A heav'nly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2 'Tis God's all-animating voice,
That calls thee from on high;
Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.

3 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

4 Bless'd Saviour, introduc'd by thee,
Have we our race begun:

And, crown'd with vict'ry, at thy feet
We lay our laurels down.

406. P. M. Mr. Oliver.

The Christian's Pilgrimage and Prospect.

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THOUGH nature's strength decay,
And earth and hell withstand;

To Canaan's bounds I urge my way
At God's command;

The wat'ry deep I pass,

With Jesus in my view,

And through the howling wilderness

My way pursue.

The goodly land I see,

With peace and plenty blest;

The land of sacred liberty,

And endless rest.

There milk and honey flow,
And oil and wine abound;

The trees of life for ever grow

With mercy crown'd.

There dwells the Lord, our King,
The Lord our righteousness;
Triumphant o'er the world and sin,
The Prince of Peace.

On Sion's sacred height

His Kingdom still maintains, And glorious with his saints in light For ever reigns.

407. C. M. Mr. Beddome.

Holy Zeal and Diligence.

1 Earth's vanities pursue,

WHILE carnal men, with all their might,

How slow th' advances which I make,
With heaven itself in view!
2 Inspire my soul with holy zeal,
Great God, my love inflame !
Religion, without zeal and love
Is but an empty name.

3 To gain the top of Zion's hill,
I would with fervour strive:
And all those powers employ for thee
Which I from thee derive.

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408. L. M. Dr. Stennett.
The Christian Warfare..

1 MY captain the powers of hell are near!

sounds the alarm of war,

To arms! to arms! I hear him cry, 'Tis your's to conquer or to die. 2 Rous'd by the animating sound, I cast my eager eyes around; Make haste to gird my armour on, And bid each trembling fear begone. 3 Hope is my helmet, faith my shield, Thy word, my God, the sword I wield: With sacred truth my loins are girt, And holy zeal inspires my heart. 4 Thus arm'd, I venture on the fight, Resolv'd to put my foes to flight: While Jesus kindly deigns to spread His conqu'ring banner o'er my head. 5 In him I hope, in him I trust; His bleeding cross is all my boast; Through troops of foes he'll lead me on To vict'ry, and a victor's crown.

409. L. M. Dr. Watts. The Christian Warfare.

1 STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel-armour on

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