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.

Say, would the worm forego its second birth,
Or the transition fear,

That gives it wings to try a world unknown,
Although it wakes and mounts alone?

But thou art not alone: on either side

The portal, friends stand guard;
And the kind spirits wait thy course to guide.
Why, why should it be hard

To trust our Maker with the soul He gave,
Or Him who died that soul to save?

Into His hands commit thy trembling spirit,
Who gave His life for thine;
Guilty, fix all thy trust upon His merit,
To Him thy heart resign;

Oh, give Him love for love, and sweetly fall
Into His hands who is thy All.

V.

THE CHRISTIAN COURSE AND CONFLICT.

LXXXII.

Oн come, Thou wounded Lamb of God,
Come, wash us in thy cleansing blood!
Give us to know thy love, then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.

Oh take our hearts, and let them be
For ever clos'd to all but Thee:
Seal Thou each breast, and let us wear
That pledge of love for ever there.

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,
To know the wonders by Thee wrought:
Unloose our stamm'ring tongues, to tell
Thy love immense, unsearchable !

First-born of many brethren Thou,

To Thee both earth and heaven must bow:

Help us to Thee our all to give;

Thine let us die, Thine let us live!

LXXXIII.

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:
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts
Is more than conqueror.

Stand then in His great might,
With all His strength endued;
But take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God:

That, having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,

Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone,
And stand entire at last.

Stand, then, against your foes

In close and firm array:
Legions of wily fiends oppose
Throughout the evil day,
But meet the sons of night,
And mock their vain design,
Arm'd in the arms of heavenly light,
Of righteousness divine.