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;" 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, 2 Stand then in his great might, But take to arm you for the fight, And all your conflicts past, Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone, 3 Stand then against your foes, But mock their vain design; 1 No weakness of the soul: Take every virtue, every grace, But above all, lay hold On faith's victorious shield: Hymn 205. S. M. NDISSOLUBLY join'd, But arm yourselves with all the mind Satan shall be subdued, Repell'd his every fiery dart, 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: 3 To keep your armour bright, Steadfastly set your face, 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 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. To all the nations call: 3 Go up with Christ your Head, 4 Only have faith in God; In faith your foes assail : 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, 2 Must I be carried to the skies, Whilst others fought to win the prize, 3 Are there no foes for me to face? 4 Sure, I must fight, if I would reign; 5 Thy saints in all this glorious war, • When that illustrious day shall rise,- Hymn 208. C. M. WHEN 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, |