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But take to arm you for the fight,

The panoply of God; That having all things done,

And all your conflicts past, Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone,

And stand entire at last. 3 Stand then against your foes,

In close and firm array: Legions of wily fiends oppose

Throughout the evil day: But meet the sons of night,

But mock their vain design; Arm'd in the arms of heavenly light,

Of righteousness divine. 4 Leave no unguarded place,

No weakpess of the soul :
Take every virtue, every grace,

And fortify the whole:
But above all, lay hold

On faith's victorious shield :
Arm'd with that adamant ånd gold,

You're sure to win the field.

Hymn 205. S. M.

INDo battle all proceed

, But arm yourselves with all the mind

That was in Christ your head :
If faith surround your heart,

Satan sbail be subdued,
Repell'd his every fiery dart,

Apd quench'd with Jesa's blood.


2 Jesus hath died for you!

What can his love withstand ? Believe, hold fast your shield, and who

Shall pluck you from his hand ?
Believe that Jesus reigns,

All power 10 him is given:
Believe! till freed from sin's remains!

Believe yourselves to heaven! 3 To keep your armour bright,

Attend with constant care ;
Still walking in your Captain's sigbt,

And watching unto prayer:
Ready for all alarms,

Steadfastly set your face,
And always exercise your arms,

And use your every grace. 4 Pray! without ceasing pray:

(Your Captain gives the word) His summons cheerfully obey,

And call upon the Lord :
To God your every want

Iu instant prayer display;
Pray, always pray, and never faint,
Pray! without ceasing pray.

Hymn 206. S. M.
ARK! how the watchmen cry:

Attend the trumpet's sound;
Stand to your arms, the foe is nigh!

The powers of hell surround: Who bow to Christ's command,

Your arms and hearts prepare:

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The day of battle is at hand!

Go forth to glorious war! 2 See on the mountain-top

The standard of our God! In Jesu's name I lift it up,

All staind with hallow'd blood.
His standard-bearer, I

To all the nations call :
Let all to Jesa's cross draw nigh!

He bore the cross for all.
3 Go up with Christ your Head,

Your Captain's footsteps see; Follow your Captain, and be led

To certain victory! 'All power to him is given :

He ever reigns the same: Salvation, happiness, and heaven,

Are all in Jesu's name. 4 Only have faith in God;

In faith your foes assail :
Not wrestling against flesh and blood,

But all the powers of hell;
From thrones of glory driven,

By flaming vengeance burl'd, They throng the air, and darken heaven, And rule the lower world. Hymn 207. C. M.

The Christian Soldier. 1 AM

M I a soldier of the cross,

A follower of the Lapıb? And sball I fear to own his cause,

Or blush to speak his name?

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? Must I be carried to the skies,

On flowery beds of ease :
Whilst others fought to win the prize,

And sail'd thro' 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,

Sball conquer tho' they die;
They see the triumph from afar,

And seize it with their eye.
6 When that illustrious day shall rise,

And all thy armies shine
Io robes of vict'ry thro' the skies,
· The glory shall be thine,

Hymn 208. C. M.

THEN I can read my title clear I'll bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage:

And fiery darts he burld, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world.


My , all :

3 Let cares like a wild delage come,

Let storms of sorrow fall :
So I but safely reach any home,

4 There I batbe my weary soul

In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.


Hymn 209. C. M. B

EHOLD the Saviour of mankind

Nail'd to the shameful tree: How vast the love that him inclin'd

To bleed and die for thee! 2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes,

And earth's strong pillars bend! The temple's veil in sunder breaks,

The solid marbles rend. 3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid,

“Receive my soul!” he cries : See where he bows his sacred head!

He bows his head and dies ! 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain,

And in full glory shine;
O Lamb of God! was ever pain,
Was ever love like thine!

Hymn 210. P. M.

LOVE divine! what hast thou done!

The immortal God hath died for me! The Father's coeternal Son,

Bore all my sins upon the tree:

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