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And hosts of sins are pressing hard,
To draw thee from the skies.
2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray,
The battle ne'er give o'er;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.
3 Ne'er think the vict❜ry won,
Nor once at ease sit down:
Thy arduous work will not be done,
Till thou hast got thy crown.
HYMN 92. L. M.

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Warning against slothfulness.
ISRAEL to thy tents repair;
Why thus secure on hostile ground?
Thy Lord commands thee to beware,
For many foes thy camp surround.
2 The trumpet gives a martial strain ;
O Israel! gird thee for the fight;
Arise, the combat to maintain ;
Arise, and put thy foes to flight.
3 O! sleep not thou as others do;
Awake, be vigilant, be brave;
The coward, and the sluggard too,
Must wear the fetters of the slave.
4 A nobler lot is cast for thee,
A crown awaits thee in the skies!
With such a hope shall Israel flee,
And yield through weariness the prize?
5 No! let a careless world repose,
And slumber on through life's short day,
While Israel to the conflict goes,
And bears the glorious prize away.

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HYMN 93. C. M.

Running the Christian race.

AWAKE, my soul! stretch every nerve,

And press with vigor 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 :

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

HYMN 94. P. M. 8, 7, 4.

The Pilgrim's Guide.

GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,

Pilgrim, thro' this barren land;

I am weak, but thou art mighty,
Hold me with thy powerful hand:
Bread of heaven,

Feed me till I want no more.
2 Open thou the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow :
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar

Lead me all my journey through :
Strong deliv'rer,

Be thou still my strength and shield.
3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside:
Death of death, and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side:
Songs of praises

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I will ever give to thee.

HYMN 95. P. M. 8, 7.
Forsaking all to follow Christ.

JESUS, I my cross have taken,

All to leave, and follow thee; Naked, poor, despis'd, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shalt be. Perish ev'ry fond ambition,

All I've sought, or hop'd or known;
Yet how rich is my condition,

God, and heav'n are still my own.
2 Let the world despise, and leave me ;
They have left my Saviour too;
Human hearts, and looks deceive me,
Thou art not like them untrue;
And whilst thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends disown me,
Show thy face, and all is bright.

3 Go then, earthly fame, and treasure,
Come disaster, scorn and pain
In thy service, pain is pleasure,
With thy favor, loss is gain.
I have call'd thee Abba, father,
I have set my heart on thee:
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me,
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4 Man may trouble and distress me,

"Twill but drive me to thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Heav'n will bring me sweeter rest. Oh! 'tis not in grief to harm me; While thy love is left to me; Oh! t'were not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmix'd with thee. 5 Soul, then know thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear and care; Joy to find in every station, Something still to do, or bear. Think what spirit dwells within thee; Think what Father's smiles are thine; Think that Jesus died to win thee; Child of Heav'n, can'st thou repine? 6 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Arm'd by faith, and wing'd by pray'r: Heav'n's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and pray'r to praise. HYMN 96. P. M. 7.

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The three Mountains.

THEN on Sinai's top I see

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W God descend in majesty,

To proclaim his holy law,
All my spirit sinks with awe.
2 When in ecstacy sublime,
Tabor's glorious steep I climb,
At the too transporting light,
Darkness rushes o'er my sight.
3 When on Calvary I rest,
God in flesh made manifest,
Shines in my Redeemer's face,
Full of beauty, truth, and grace.
4 Here I would forever stay,
Weep, and gaze my soul away,
Thou art heav'n on earth to me,
Lovely, mournful Calvary.

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HYMN 97. P. M. 7.

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Was to be sustain❜d in thee,
Gloomy, sad Gethsemane.

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2 Came at length the dreadful night,
Vengeance with its iron rod

Stood, and with collected might,
Bruis'd the harmless Lamb of God:
See, my soul, the Saviour see;
Prostrate in Gethsemane.

3 There my God bore all my guilt,
This thro' grace can be believed';
But the torments which he felt
Are too vast to be conceived;
None can penetrate through thee,
Doleful, dark Gethsemane.
4 All my sins against my God,
All my sins against his laws,
All my sins against his blood,
All my sins against his cause,
Sins as boundless as the sea;
Hide me, O Gethsemane.

5 Here's my claim, and here alone,
None a Saviour more can need;
Deeds of righteousness I've none;
Not a work that I can plead;
Not a glimpse of hope for me,
Only in Gethsemane.

6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One Almighty God of love:
Prais'd by all the heav'nly host
In thy shining courts above;
We poor sinners, GRACIOUS THREE,
Praise thee for Gethsemane.

HYMN 98. P. M. 8, 7.

Sitting at the foot of the Cross.

1 WEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the Cross I spend,
Life, and health, and peace possessing
From the sinners dying friend.

2 Here I'll sit forever viewing

Mercy's streams in streams of blood; Precious drops! my soul bedewing,

Plead, and claim my peace with God. 3 Truly blessed in this station,

Low before his Cross to lie ;
While I see divine compassion
Floating in his languid eye.
4 Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the Cross I gaze;

Love I much! I've more forgiven;
I'm a miracle of grace.

5 Love, and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears, his feet I'll bathe,
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.

6 May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go;

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Prove his wounds each day more healing,
And himself more fully know.
HYMN 99. S. M.

Weak believers comforted.

Yonarpen the willows take;

YOUR harps, ye trembling saints,

Loud to the praise of love divine,
Bid every string awake.

2 Though in a foreign land,

We are not far from home,
And nearer to our home above,
We ev'ry moment come.

3 His grace will to the end,

Stronger and brighter shine:
Nor present things, nor things to come
Shall quench the love divine.

4 When we in darkness walk,
Nor feel the heav'nly flame;
Then is the time to trust our God,
And rest upon his name.

5 Soon shall our doubts, and fears,
Subside at his control;

His loving kindness shall break through
The midnight of the soul.

6 Bless'd is the man, O God,

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That stays himself on thee!

Who waits for thy salvation, Lord,
Shall thy salvation see.

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HYMN 100. P. M. 7.

Rejoicing in hope.

HILDREN of the heav'nly king, ye journey, sweetly sing; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. 2 Ye are trav'lling home to God In the way the fathers trod, They are happy now, and ye Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest,

You near Jesus' throne shall rest:

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