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1 SOLDIERS of CHRIST, arise,
And put your armour on, Strong in the strength which God supplies
Through His eternal Son.
And in His mighty pow'r,
Is more than conqueror.
With all His strength endu'd, And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of GOD; 4 That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past, You may o'ercome through CHRIST alone.
And stand entire at last.
From strength to strength go on,
Wrestle, and fight, and pray;
And win the well-fought day.
In all His soldiers, « Come,”
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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;
Hynin. . .,
Christian Race. 1 AWAKE, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve, ; And press with vigour on: Main A heav'nly race demands thy 'zeal,'.1: ST
And an immortal crown. j rroge 2 A cloud of witnesses around *** ... 1
Hold thee in full survey: .-. , Ww . Forget the steps already trod,'.. di birrid
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, When victors' wreaths, and monarchs' gems,
Shall blend in common dust.'
Have I my race begun;
III lay my honours down.
Christian pilgrimage. 1 GUIDE us, o Thou great JEHOVAH!
Pilgrims through this barren land; We are weak, but Thou art mighty; Hold us with Thy pow'rful hand :
Bread of heav'n, die
Whence the healing waters flow;
Strong delivrer ! ..
Bid each anxious fear subside ;
Songs of praises .
Hymn. 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 ! What a SAVIOUR thou hast found ! 4 When our foes in arms assemble,
Ready to obstruct our way, Suddenly their hearts shall tremble, il Thou wilt strike them with dismay:
All Thy people,
Scatter ev'ry hostile band ;
Shouts of vict'ry .
Hymn. Christin 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 higb; .
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. 5 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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Christian pilgrimage,. ... YOUR harps, ye trembling saints, .
Down from the willows take; o Loud to the praise of love divine, la
Bid ev'ry string awake. Ila Iloda medT