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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

DIVINE GOODNESS IN REDEMPTION.

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.
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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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