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 eterna! reign, And glitt'ring robes for conquerors 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.

CREAT Leader of thine Israel's hosts,

Gwe shout thy conqu'ring name;

Legions of foes beset thee round,
And 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 uo extremes would fear;
Prepar'd to struggle and to bleed,
If thou, our Lord, be near.

4 We'll trace the footsteps thou hast drawn To triumph and renown;

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

411. C. M. Dr. Watts.
Holy Fortitude. 1 Cor. xvi. 13.

AMI a soldier of the cross,

follower of the Lamb!

And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or bluish to speak his name?
2 Must I be carried to the skies,
Din flow'ry beds of ease;

While others fought to win 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 Thy saints in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer though they die :
They bear the triumph from afar,
And 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. 2.

2 My buckler he; his shield is spread, A
To cover this defenceless head:
Now let the fiercest foes assail,
Their darts I count as rattling hai.
3 lle 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 fees dispers'd shall flee. 5 Through the long march my lips shall sing My great protector, and my king, mount my feet ascend,

Till 100 painful warfare end.

413. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Assistance and Victory in the Spiritual Warfare. Psalm cxliv. 1, 2.

1 OR ever blessed be the Lord,
Foy Saviour and my shield

He sends his spirit with his word,
To arm me for the field.

2 When sin and hell their force unite,
He makes my soul his care.
Instructs me to the heav'nly fight,
And guards me through the war.
3 A friend and helper so divine,
Does my weak courage raise;
He makes the glorious vict'ry mine,
And his shall be the praise.

414. L. M. Dr. Watts.
Zeal in the Prospect of Heaven.
WAKE my zeal, awake my love,
And serve my Saviour here below!
In works which all the saints above,
Which holy angels cannot do.

2 My faith and hope may see the Lord,
Though veils and darki.ess lie between
Faith shall rest firm upon his word,
And hope rejoice in things unseen.
3 Awake, my charity, and feed

The hungry soul, and clothe the poor:
In heav'n are found no sons of need;
There, all these duties are no more!
4 Subdue thy passions, O my soul!
Maintain the fight, thy work pursue;
Daily thy rising sins control,

And be thy vict'ries ever new.
5 The land of triumph lies on high,
There are no fields of battle there;
Lord, I would conquer till I die,
And finish all the glorious war.

6 Let ev'ry flying hour confess,

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I gain thy gospel fresh renown: And when my life and labours cease, May I possess the promis'd crown 415. C. M. Dr. Watts.

The Saint's Conquest and Happiness. IVE me the wings of faith, to rise Within the veil, and see

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The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be.

2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.
3 I ask'd them whence their vict'ry came!
They with united breath

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.

4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod, (His zeal inspir'd their breast.)

And following their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest

3 Our glorious Leader claims our praise
For his own pattern giv'n,
While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heav'n.

SELF EXAMINATION.

416. Sevens. Mr. Newton. Lovest thou Me? John xxi. 15, 16, 17.

1 TIS a point I long to know,

(Oft it causes anxious thought :)

Do I love the Lord, or no; Am I his, or am I not? 2 If I love, why am I thus?

Why this dull and lifeless frame?
Hardly, sure, can they be worse,
Who have never heard his name.
3 Could my heart so hard remain,
Prayer a task and burden prove
Ev'ry trifle give me pain,

If I knew a Saviour's Love?
4 When I turn my eyes within,
All is dark, and vain, and wild,
Fill'd with unbelief and sin,
Can I deem myself a child?
5 If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do:
You that love the Lord indeed,
Tell me is it thus with you?

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417. Sevens. Mr. Newton.
John xxi. 15, 16, 17.

ORD, I mourn my stubborn will,

Should I grieve for what I feel,
If I did not love at all?

? Could I joy his saints to meet,
Choose the ways I once abhorr❜d?
Find at times the promise sweet,
If I did not love the Lord?
3 Lord, decide the doubtful case!
Thou who art thy people's sun,
Shine upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.

4 Let me love thee more and more,
If I love at all, I pray;
If I've never lov'd before,
Help me to begin to-day.

418. L. M. Dr. Watts.

Sincerity professed. Psalm cxxxix. 21, 24. 1 MY God, what inward grief I feel, When impious men transgress thy will!

I mourn to hear their lips profane, Take thy tremendous name in vain. 2 Lord, search my soul, try ev'ry thought; Though my own heart accuse me not Of walking in a false disguise: I beg the trial of thine eyes. 3 Doth secret mischief lurk within? Do I indulge some unknown sin? O turn my feet whene'er I stray, And lead me in thy perfect way! 419. C. M. Dr. Watts. Humility and Submission. Psalm cxxxi. S there ambition in my heart? Search, gracious God, and see!

Or do I act a haughty part?

Lord, I apppeal to thee.

2 I charge my thoughts be humble still
And all my carriage mild;

Content, my father, with thy will,
And quiet as a child.

3 The patient soul, the lowly mind,
Shall have a large reward:

Let saints in sorrow lie resign'd,
And trust a faithful Lord.