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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,
Their great Redeemer to admire,
While raptures set their souls on fire.

HYMN 114. L. M. 1 r'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 figlit through many more;
I'll take my breastplate, sword, and shield,

And boldly march into the field. 3 I've 'listed, and I mean to fight,

Tiil all my foes are put to flight;
And when the victory I have won,

I'll give the praise to God alone.
4 Come, Christian heroes, go with me;

Come, face the foe, and never flee;
The heavenly battle is began,

Come, take the field and wear the crown. 5 With 'listing orders I am come

Coine rich, come poor, come old and young;
Here's bounty money Christ has given,

And glorious crowns laid up in heaven. 6 Our General he is gone before,

And you may draw on grace's store:
But if you will nut 'list and fight,

Tis awful You'll sink into eternal night.

"Tis awful HYMN 115. P. M.

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Where I might hide from sorrow :

Where I might see my Saviour's face,

And there be freed from terror. Oh! had I wings like Noah's dove,

I'd leave this world and Satan, And fly away to realms above,

Where Jesus stands inviting.
My heart is often made to mourn,

Because I'm faint and feeble :
And when my Saviour seems to frown,

My soul is fill'd with trouble
But when he doth again return,

And I repent my folly;
"Tis then I after glory run,

And still my Jesus follow.
I I have my bitter and my sweet,

While through this world I travel;
Sometimes I shout, and often weep;

Which makes my foes to marvel.
But let them think, and think again

I feel I'm bound for heaven;
I hope I shall with Jesus reign,

I therefore still will praise him.
I want to live a Christian here;

I want to die while shouting; I want to feel my Saviour near,

When soul and body's parting:
I want to see bright angels stand,

And waiting to receive me;
To bear my soul to Canaan's land,

Where Christ is gone before me.

THE CHRISTIAN MARINER.

HYMN 116. P. M.
"THROUGH tribulation deep,

;
This stormy course I keep

On these tempestuous seas;
By waves and winds I'm loss'd and drivio,
Freighted with grace and hound to heav'n.

Sometimes temptations blow

A dreadful hurricane,
And high the waters flow,

And o'er my sides break in;
But still my little ship outbraves
The blust'ring winds and surging waves.
3 When I in my distress,

My anchor, hope, can cast Within the promises.

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,
The oar of prayer I use,

I tug, and toil, and strive:
Thro' etorms and calms{for many a day,
I make but very little way.
5 But when a heavenly breeze

Springs up and fills my sail,
My vessel goes with ease

Before the pleasant gale:
And runs as much an hour, or more,
As in a month or two before.
6 Hid by the clouds from sight,

The sun doth not appear,
Nor can I in the night

Behold the moon or star; Sometimes for days and weeks, or more, I cannot see the sky or shore. 7 As at the time of noon,

My quadrant FAITH, I take, To view my CHRIST, niy sun,

If he the clouds should break; I'm happy when his face I see,

know then whereabouts I be. 3 The Bible is my chart,

By it the seas I know;
I cannot with it part,

It rocks and sands doth show: at is a chart and compass 100, Whose needle points for ever true.

9 I keep aloof from pride,

These rocks I pass with care;
I studiously avoid

The whirlwind of despair;
Presumption's quicksands too Í shun
Ncar them I do not choose to run.
10 When through a strait I go,

Or near some coast am drove,
The plummet forth I throw,

And thus my safety prove.
My conscience is the line which I
Fathom the depth of water by.
11 My vessel would be losi,

In spite of all my care,
But that the Holy Ghost

flimself vouchsafes to steer; And I through all my voyage will Depend upon my steerman's skill. 12 Ere I can reach heaven's coast

I must a gulph pass through,
Which fatal proves to most;

For all this passage go.
But all death's waves can't me o'erwhelm
If God himself is at the helm.
13 When through this gulph I get,

(Though rough, it is but short,)
The pilot angels meet

And bring me into port;
And when I land on that blest shore.
I shall be safe for everniore.

HYMN 117. P. M

1
J!
ESUS, at thy command,

I launch into the deep,
And leave my native land,

Where sin lulls all asleep;
For thee I would the world resign,
And sail to heaven with thee and thine.
2 Thou art my pilot--wise,

My compass is thy word;
My soul each storm defies,

While I have such a word;

I'll trust thy faithfulness and power,
To save me in the trying hour.
3 Though rocks and quicksands deep,

Through all my passage lie;
Yet Christ will safely keep,

And guard me with his eye;
My anchor, hope, will firm abide,
And every boisterous storm outride
4 Whene'er becalm'd I lie,

And storms forbear to toss;
Be thou, dear Lord, still nigh,

Lest I should suffer loss;
For more the treach'rous calm I dread,
Than tempests bursting o'er my head.
5 By faith I see the land,

The port of endless rest;
My soul, thy sails expand,

And fly to Jesus' breast:
O may I gain the heavenly shore,
Where winds and waves disturb no more.
6 Come, Holy Ghost, and blow

A prosperous gale of grace:
Wart me from all below,

To heaven my destin'd place:
There in full sail, my port I'll find,
And leave the world and sin behind.

HYMN 113. P. M. 1

The people called Christians, how many About the land of Canaan, where saints and

angels dwell; But sin, that dreadful ocean, compasses thern

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

coull do ;

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