Oh, fear not Him who walks the stormy wave; 'Tis not a spectre, but the Lord. Trust then in Him who overcame the grave, Who holds in captive ward The powers of hell! Heed not the monster grim, Nor fear to go through death to Him. Look not so fondly back on this false earth; Let hope not linger here. Or the transition fear, Although it wakes and mounts alone ? But thou art not alone : on either side The portal, friends stand guard ; Why, why should it be hard Or Him who died that soul to save ? Into His hands commit thy trembling spirit, Who gave His life for thine; To Him thy heart resign; Into His hands who is thy All. LXXXII. Oh come, Thou wounded Lamb of God, How can it be, Thou Heavenly King, That Thou should'st man to glory bring ! Make slaves the partners of thy throne, Deck'd with a never-fading crown! O Lord, enlarge our scanty thought, LXXXIII. SOLDIERS of Christ, arise, And put your armour on, Through his Eternal Son; And in His mighty power: With all His strength endued ; The panoply of God: your conflicts past, And stand entire at last. In close and firm array: Throughout the evil day, And mock their vain design, Of righteousness divine. |