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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 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;
And boldly march into the field. 3 I've 'listed, and I mean to fight,
Tiil 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 may draw on grace's store:
Tis awful You'll sink into eternal night.
"Tis awful HYMN 115. P. M.
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.
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; I want to feel my Saviour near,
When soul and body's parting:
And waiting to receive me;
Where Christ is gone before me.
THE CHRISTIAN MARINER.
HYMN 116. P. M.
On these tempestuous seas;
Sometimes temptations blow
A dreadful hurricane,
And o'er my sides break in;
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,
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; 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;
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;
The whirlwind of despair;
Or near some coast am drove,
And thus my safety prove.
In spite of all my care,
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,
For all this passage go.
(Though rough, it is but short,)
And bring me into port;
HYMN 117. P. M
I launch into the deep,
Where sin lulls all asleep;
My compass is thy word;
While I have such a word;
I'll trust thy faithfulness and power,
Through all my passage lie;
And guard me with his eye;
And storms forbear to toss;
Lest I should suffer loss;
The port of endless rest;
And fly to Jesus' breast:
A prosperous gale of grace:
To heaven my destin'd place:
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 ;