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in warfare.--Armour of God.


ERS of CHRIST, arise,
And put your armour on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies

Through His eternal Son.
2 Strong in the LORD of Hosts,

And in His mighty pow'r,
Who in the strength of JESUS trusts,

Is more than conqueror.
3 Stand then in His great might,

With all His strength endu'd,
And take, to arm you for the fight,

The panoply of God;

That having all things done,

And all your conflicts past,
You may o'ercome through CHRIST alone

And stand entire at last.

5 From strength to strength go on,

Wrestle, and fight, and pray;
Tread all the pow'rs of darkness down,

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

conq'rors home.


Danger of wuvering.
1 O! How many subjects draw us

From that sweet, that sacred theme,
Of His love; who, when He saw us

In our sins, and far from him,
Form'd a wondrous plan to save,

And Himself for sinners gave!
2 Were the SAVIOUR, as He should be,

Always set before our eyes,
This would never be, nor could be:

Other things we should despise.
What our hearts desire and seek,

"Tis of that we love to speak.
3 SAVIOUR, let Thy great salvation

Be the theme of our delight,
Subject of our meditation,

Till our faith shall end in sight;
Till before Thee we appear,
And behold Thy glory near.


Christian Race. 1 AWAKE, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve,

And press with vigour on:
A heav'nly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.:

1 2 A cloud of witnesses around,

Hold thee in full survey: Forget the steps already trod,

And onward urge thy way.

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3 'Tis God's all-animating voice,

That calls thee from on bigh ;
'Tis His own hand presents the prize

To thine aspiring eye.
4 That prize with peerless glories bright,

Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors' wreaths, and monarchs' gems,

Shall blend in common dust.
5 Bless'd SAVIOUR, introduc'd by Thee,

Have I my race begun;
And, crownd with vict'ry, at Thy feet,
Ill lay my honours down.


Christian pilgrimage.
1 GUIDE us, 0 Thou great JEHovau!

Pilgrims through this barren land;
We are weak, but Thou art mighty;
Hold us with Thy pow'rful hand :

Bread of heav'n,
Feed us till we want no more.
2 Open, LORD, the crystal fountain,

Whence the healing waters flow;
Let the fiery cloudy pillar
Lead us all our journey through.

Strong delivrer !
Be Thou still our strength and shield.
3 When we tread the verge of Jordan,

Bid each anxious fear subside ;
Death of deaths, and hell's destruction,
Land us safe on Canaan's side.

Songs of praises
We will ever give to Thee.

Lymn. Christian pilgrimage in the Wilderness. 1 SAVIOUR, through the desert lead us :

Without Thee we cannot go:
Thou from Sinai's wrath hast freed us;
Thou hast laid the tyrant low.

Let Thy presence
Cheer us all our journey through.
2 When we halt, (no track discov'ring,)

Fearful lest we go astray,
O'er our path Thy pillar hov'ring,
Fire by night, and cloud by day,

Shall direct us ;
Thus we shall not miss our way.
3 When we hunger Thou wilt feed us,

Manna shall our camp surround; Faint and thirsty, Thou wilt heed us, Streams shall from the rock abound.

Happy Israel !
What a SAVIOUR thou hast found !
4 When our foes in arms assemble,

Ready to obstruct our way,
Suddenly their hearts shall tremble,
Thou wilt strike them with dismay:

All Thy people,
Led by Thee, shall win the day.
5 Then lead on, Almighty Victor,

Scatter ev'ry hostile band;
Be our Guide and our Protector,
Till on Canaan's shores we stand :

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Then shall fill the promis'd land.

Christian Race.-

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 corrects me when I stray;

"Tis grace upholds me in the way. 3 Run on, my soul, and still adore ;

Receiving still, still asking more:
In CHRIST thy strength and wisdom lies,

O look to Him with stedfast eyes.
4 Look to that blood thy SAVIOUR shed,

Thy Daysman dying in thy stead;
Behold Him on th' accursed tree!

Great was the love He bore to thee. á He who thus lov'd thee unto death,

Will love thee to thy latest breath:
Keep sight of Him, my soul, and run;
He'll crown thee when thy race is done.

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1. . Hymn. Christian pilgrimage.

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