2 Thankful I take the cup from thee, Prepar'd and mingled by thy skill: Though bitter to the taste it be,

Powerful the wounded soul to heal.

3 Be thou, O Rock of ages, nigh!

[gone So shall each murmuring thought be And grief, and fear, and care shall fly, As clouds before the mid-day sun.

4 Speak to my warring passions "Peace;"
Say to my troubled heart "Be still:"
Thy power my strength and fortress is,
For all things serve thy sov'reign will.
5 O death! where is thy sting? where now
Thy boasted victory, O grave?
Who shall contend with God? or who
Can hurt whom God delights to save?

THE CHRISTIAN'S WARFARE.

Hymn 204. S. M.

SOLDIERS of Christ, arise,

And put your armour on,

Strong in the strength which God supplies Through his eternal Son:

Strong in the Lord of Hosts,

And in his mighty power,
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,
Is more than conqueror.

2 Stand then in his great might,
With all his strength endued;

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,

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No weakness 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 and gold,
You're sure to win the field.

Hymn 205. S. M.

NDISSOLUBLY join'd,
To battle all proceed:

But arm yourselves with all the mind
That was in Christ your head:
If faith surround your heart,

Satan shall be subdued,

Repell'd his every fiery dart,
And quench'd with Jesu'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 to 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 sight,
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

In instant prayer display;

Pray, always pray, and never faint,

Pray! without ceasing pray.

Hymn 206.

S. M.

'Hend the trumpet's sound

ARK! how the watchmen cry:

Stand to your arms, the foe is nigh!
The powers of hell surround:
Who bow to Christ's command,
Your arms and hearts prepare:

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

To all the nations call:
Let all to Jesu'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 hurl'd,

They throng the air, and darken heaven, And rule the lower world.

Hymn 207. C. M.

The Christian Soldier.

M I a soldier of the cross,

AN A follower of the Lamb?

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

2 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,
Shall conquer tho' they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

• When that illustrious day shall rise,-
And all thy armies shine
In robes of vict'ry thro' the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

Hymn 208. C. M.

WHEN I can read my title clear-
To mansions in the skies,

I'll bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be burl'd,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.
I