276 1 2 3 277 Hymn. in warfare.—Armour of God. ERS of CHRIST, arise, And put your armour on, Strong in the strength which GOD supplies Strong in the LORD of Hosts, Who in the strength of JESUS trusts, Stand then in His great might, 4 That having all things done, And all your conflicts past, 5 6 You may o'ercome through CHRIST alone And stand entire at last. From strength to strength go on, Tread all the pow'rs of darkness down, And win the well-fought day. Still let the SPIRIT cry In all His soldiers, "Come," Till CHRIST the LORD descend from high, And take the conq'rors home. Hymn. Danger of wavering. 1 O! HOW many subjects draw us 2 Were the SAVIOUR, as He should be, 3 SAVIOUR, let Thy great salvation Till our faith shall end in sight; Hymn. Christian Race. 1 AWAKE, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve, And press with vigour on: A heav'nly race demands thy zeal, of 2 A cloud of witnesses around, I 3 'Tis GOD's all-animating voice, 4 That prize with peerless glories bright, When victors' wreaths, and monarchs' gems, Shall blend in common dust. 5 Bless'd SAVIOUR, introduc'd by Thee, And, crown'd with vict'ry, at Thy feet, Hymn. Christian pilgrimage. 1 GUIDE us, O Thou great JEHOVAH! Feed us till we want no more. 2 Open, LORD, the crystal fountain, Lead us all our journey through. Be Thou still our strength and shield. 3 When we tread the verge of Jordan, Hymn. 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; Let Thy presence Cheer us all our journey through. 2 When we halt, (no track discov'ring,) O'er our path Thy pillar hov'ring, Thus we shall not miss our way. 3 When we hunger Thou wilt feed us, What a SAVIOUR thou hast found! 4 When our foes in arms assemble, Led by Thee, shall win the day. 5 Then lead on, Almighty Victor, Be our Guide and our Protector, Then shall fill the promis'd land. Hymn. Christian Race.-Looking to Jesus. 1 LORD, can a helpless worm like me 2 "Twas by Thy grace I first begun, 3 Run on, my soul, and still adore; 4 Look to that blood thy SAVIOUR shed, 5 He who thus lov'd thee unto death, 1 YOUR harps, ye trembling saints, |