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in warfare.--Armour of God.
ERS of CHRIST, arise,
Through His eternal Son.
And in His mighty pow'r,
Is more than conqueror.
With all His strength endu'd,
The panoply of God;
That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
And stand entire at last.
5 From strength to strength go on,
Wrestle, and fight, and pray;
And win the well-fought day.
6 Still let the SPIRIT cry
In all His soldiers, “Come,” Till Christ the LORD descend from high, And take the
Danger of wuvering.
From that sweet, that sacred theme,
In our sins, and far from him,
And Himself for sinners gave!
Always set before our eyes,
Other things we should despise.
"Tis of that we love to speak.
Be the theme of our delight,
Till our faith shall end in sight;
Christian Race. 1 AWAKE, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve,
And press with vigour on:
1 2 A cloud of witnesses around,
Hold thee in full survey: Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice,
That calls thee from on bigh ;
To thine aspiring eye.
Which shall new lustre boast,
Shall blend in common dust.
Have I my race begun;
Pilgrims through this barren land;
Bread of heav'n,
Whence the healing waters flow;
Strong delivrer !
Bid each anxious fear subside ;
Songs of praises
Lymn. Christian pilgrimage in the Wilderness. 1 SAVIOUR, through the desert lead us :
Without Thee we cannot go:
Let Thy presence
Fearful lest we go astray,
Shall direct us ;
Manna shall our camp surround; Faint and thirsty, Thou wilt heed us, Streams shall from the rock abound.
Happy Israel !
Ready to obstruct our way,
All Thy people,
Scatter ev'ry hostile band;
Shouts of vict'ry 1.1
Looking to Jesus. i LORD.
can a helpless worm like me Attempt to make it's way to Thee? Yes, let me raise Thy praises high ;
In weakness Thou canst strength supply. 2 'Twas by Thy grace I first begun,
Resolv'd the heav'nly race to run;
"Tis grace upholds me in the way. 3 Run on, my soul, and still adore ;
Receiving still, still asking more:
O look to Him with stedfast eyes.
Thy Daysman dying in thy stead;
Great was the love He bore to thee. á He who thus lov'd thee unto death,
Will love thee to thy latest breath:
1. . Hymn. Christian pilgrimage.
basd gliteg.49.1973 YOUR harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take; do 1 Loud to the praise of love divine, la
Bid ev'ry string awake. la lloda modT