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3 My life, my strength, my heart, my tongao

My soul, my flesh to thee I givel
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 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 !
He shall his Lord with rapture see,

And be with honour crown'd. 5 Christ shall the banquet spread

With his own royal hand,
And raise that faithful servant's head,
Amidst th' angelic band.

401. L. M. Dr. Watts.
The Christian Race. Isa. xl. 28-31.

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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,
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, 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,
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.
SA 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 onr 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. 1 ,

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.
2 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.
3 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

WHELE 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.

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;
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 pnt my foes to flight:
While Jesus kindly deigns to spread

His congu’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

And gird the gospel-armour opi

*thy feara,

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;
While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader's praise.

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;
Nor shuu thy combat and thy cross,
May we but share thy crown.

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 ?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,

To help me on to God?
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 Tby saints in all this glorious war,

Shall conqaer though they die:
They hear the triumph from afar,

Aud seize it with their eye.
6 When that illustrious day shall rise,

And all thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

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.
2 My buckler he ; his shield is spread,

To cover this defenceless head:
Now let the fiercest foes assail,

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!
The battlements how high they rise !
And hide their summits in the skies.
4 Deliv'rances to God belong,

He is my strength, and he my song;
The horn of my salvation he,

And all my foes dispers'd shall flee. 5 Through the long march my lips shall sing

My great protector, and my hing,
Till Zion's monnt iny feet ascend,

And all my painful warfare end.
6 Rais'd on the shining turrets there,

Through all the prospect wide and fair,
A land of peace his hosts survey,
And bless the grace that led the way.


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