Strip me of the robe of pride,
Clothe me with humility.
Meekly may my soul receive
All Thy Spirit hath reveal'd;
Thou hast spoken-I believe,
Though the oracle be seal'd.
Humble as a little child
Weaned from the mother's breast,
By no subtleties beguiled,
On Thy faithful word I rest.
Israel! now and evermore
In the Lord JEHOVAH trust;
Him, in all His ways, adore,
Wise, and wonderful, and just. Amen.
"He shall give His angels charge over thee."
469 GOD shall charge His angel legions
Watch and ward o'er thee to keep;
Though thou walk through hostile regions,
Though in desert wilds thou sleep.
On the lion vainly roaring,
On his young, thy foot shall tread;
And, the dragon's den exploring,
Thou shalt bruise the serpent's head.
Since, with pure and firm affection,
Thou on God hast set thy love,
With the wings of His protection
He will shield thee from above.
Thou shalt call on Him in trouble,
He will hearken, He will save;
Here for grief reward thee double,
Crown with life beyond the grave. Amen.
"Be of good cheer: it is I: be not afraid."
472 BREAST the wave, Christian,
When it is strongest;
Watch for day, Christian,
When the night's longest;
Onward and onward still
Be thine endeavour;
The rest that remaineth
Will be forever.
Fight the fight, Christian,
Jesus is o'er thee;
Run the race, Christian,
Heaven is before thee;
He who hath promisèd
Faltereth never;
He who hath loved so well,
Loveth forever.
Lift thine eye, Christian,
Just as it closeth;
Raise thy heart, Christian,
Ere it reposeth;
Thee from the love of Christ
Nothing shall sever;
And, when thy work is done,
Praise Him forever.
"I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God."
476 AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls the from on high,
'Tis His own Hand presents the prize
To thine uplifted eye.
Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
"Speak unto the Children of Israel that they go forward:
477 OFT in danger, oft in woe, Onward, Christians, onward go:
Bear the toil, maintain the strife,
Strengthen'd with the Bread of Life.
Onward, Christians, onward go,
Join the war, and face the foe:
Will ye flee in danger's hour?
Know ye not your Captain's power?
Let your drooping hearts be glad :
March in heavenly armour clad:
Fight, nor think the battle long,
Soon shall victory wake your song.
Let not sorrow dim your eye,
Soon shall every tear be dry;
Let no fear your course impede,
Great your strength, if great your need.
Onward then to glory move,
More than conquerors ye shall prove;
Though opposed by many a foe,
Christian soldiers, onward go.
“All that are in the graves shall hear His voice, and shall come forth."
481 Day of judgment, day of wonders!
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round!
How the summons
Will the sinner's heart confound!
See the Judge our nature wearing,
Clothed in majesty divine!
You who long for His appearing,
Then shall say, This God is mine:
Gracious Saviour,
Own me in that day for Thine!
At His call the dead awaken,
Rise to life from earth and sea: All the powers of nature, shaken By His looks, prepare to flee: Careless sinner!
What will then become of thee?
But to those who have confessed,
Loved, and served the Lord below,
He will say, Come near, ye blessed,
Take the kingdom I bestow:
Shall My love and glory know. Amen.
"The Lord grant him that he may find mercy of the Lord in that day."
483 DAY of wrath! O, day of mourning!
See fulfill'd the prophets' warning,
Heaven and earth in ashes burning!
O what fear man's bosom rendeth,
When from heaven the Judge descendeth,
On Whose sentence all dependeth!
Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth;
Through earth's sepulchres it ringeth;
All before the Throne it bringeth.
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