5 So shall I triumph o'er my fears,
And gather joys from all my tears;
So shall I to the world proclaim
The honors of the Christian name.

CHRISTIAN WARFARE.

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COLDIERS of Christ, arise,

And gird your armor on,

S.M.

Strong in the strength which God supplies
Through His eternal Son.

2 Strong in the Lord of hosts,

And in His mighty power,

The man who in the Saviour trusts
Is more than conqueror.

3 Stand, then, in His great might,
With all His strength endued,
And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God:-

4 That, having all things done,

And all your conflicts past,

You may o'ercome through Christ alone,
And stand complete at last.

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L. M

STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, gird the gospel armor on;

March to the gates of endless joy, Where Jesus thy great Captain's gone. 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course; But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes; Thy Saviour nail'd them to the cross. And sang the triumph when He rose.

3 Then let my soul march boldly on,Press forward to the heavenly gate; There peace and joy eternal reign,

And glitt'ring robes for conq'rors wait.

4 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.

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MI a soldier of the cross,

A foll'wer of the Lamb?

And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His name?

2 Must I be carried to the skies
On 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 see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

C. M.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all Thine armies shine
In robes of vict'ry through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine.

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Y soul, be on thy guard;

Ten thousand foes arise;
The hosts of sin 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 ev'ry day,
And help divine implore.

3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won,

S. M.

Nor lay thine armor down;
Thine arduous work will not be done
Till thou obtain thy crown.

4 Fight on, my soul, till death

Shall bring thee to thy God;

He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,
To His divine abode.

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me for the war,

And teach my hands to fight;

My simple, upright heart prepare,
And guide my words aright.

2 Control my ev'ry thought;

And all my sins remove;

S. M.

Let all my works in Thee be wrought,
Let all be wrought in love.

3 Oh, arm me with the mind,
Meek Lamb, that was in Thee!
And let enlighten'd zeal be join'd
With perfect charity.

4 Oh, may I love like Thee!
In all Thy footsteps tread;
Thou hatest all iniquity,

But nothing Thou hast made.

5 Oh, may I learn the art,

With meekness to reprove!

And hate the sin with all my heart,
But still the sinner love.

SPIRITUAL DECLENSION.

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C. M.

WEET was the time when first I felt The Saviour's pard'ning blood Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God.

2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd,
His praises tuned my tongue;

And, when the evening shades prevail'd,
His love was all my song.

3 In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord, And saw His glory shine;

And, when I read His holy word,
I call'd each promise mine.

4 Now when the evening shade prevails,
My soul in darkness mourns;

And when the morn the light reveals,
No light to me returns.

5 Now Satan threatens to prevail,
And make my soul his prey;
Yet, Lord, Thy mercies cannot fail,
Oh, come without delay!

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S

TAY, Thou insulted Spirit, stay,

L. M

Though I have done Thee such despite; Nor cast the sinner quite away,

Nor take Thine everlasting flight.

2 Though I have steel'd my stubborn heart,
Oft shaken off my guilty fears,
And vex'd and urged Thee to depart,
For many long rebellious years;

3 Though I have most unfaithful been
Of all who e'er Thy grace received,
Ten thousand times Thy goodness seen,
Ten thousand times Thy goodness grieved;

4 Yet, oh, the chief of sinners spare
In honor of my great High-Priest;
Nor in Thy righteous anger swear
T'exclude me from Thy people's rest.

5 This only woe I deprecate,

This only plague I pray remove,
Nor leave me in my lost estate,

Nor curse me with this want of love.

6 E'en now my weary soul release,

Upraise me with Thy gracious hand,
And guide into Thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised land.