3 The world cannot withstand Its ancient Conqueror ;

The world must sink beneath the Hand

Which arms us for the war:

This is the victory,

Before our faith they fall; Jesus hath died for you and me; Believe, and conquer all.

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PRAY

The well-fought day.

Y, without ceasing, pray,
(Your Captain gives the word;)

His summons cheerfully obey,
And call upon the Lord:
To God your every want

In instant prayer display;
Pray always; pray, and never faint;
Pray, without ceasing, pray.

2 In fellowship,—alone,

To God with faith draw near; Approach his courts, besiege his throne With all the power of prayer:

His mercy now implore,

And now show forth his praise;
In shouts, or silent awe, adore
His miracles of grace.

3 From strength to strength go on; Wrestle, and fight, and pray;

Tread all the powers 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 conqu'rors home.

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Sober vigilance.

HIS slumber from my spirit shake;
Warn'd by the Spirit's inward call,
Let me to righteousness awake,

And pray that I may never fall;
Or give to sin or Satan place,
But walk in all thy righteous ways.

2 0 wouldst thou, Lord, thy servant guard
'Gainst every known or secret foe;
A mind for all assaults prepared,
A sober vigilance bestow;
Ever apprized of danger nigh,
And when to fight and when to fly.
3 0 never suffer me to sleep

Secure within the verge of hell;
But still my watchful spirit keep
In lowly awe and loving zeal;
And bless me with a godly fear,
And plant that guardian angel here.
4 Attended by that sacred dread,
And wise from evil to depart,

Let me from strength to strength proceed,
And rise to purity of heart:

Through all the paths of duty move,

From humble faith to perfect love.

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Heavenly zeal.

L. M.

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KING of glory, thy rich grace Our feeble thought surpasses far; Yea, e'en our crimes, though numberless, Less num'rous than thy mercies are. 2 Still, Lord, thy saving health display. And arm our souls with heavenly zeal; So, fearless, shall we urge our way

Through all the powers of earth and hell.

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Perseverance.

S. M.

Y soul, be on thy guard;

Ten thousand foes arise;
The hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.
20 watch, and fight, and pray;
The battle ne'er give o'er;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.
3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won,
Nor lay thine armour down:
The work of faith will not be done,
Till thou obtain the crown.

4 Then persevere till death

Shall bring thee to thy God;

He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, To his divine abode.

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The mind that was in Christ.

EQUIP me for the war,

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And teach my hands to fight; My simple, upright heart prepare, And guide my words aright. 2 Control my every thought; My whole of sin remove: Let all my works in thee be wrought; Let all be wrought in love.

3 0 arm me with the mind,

Meek Lamb, that was in thee; And let my knowing zeal be join'd With perfect charity.

4 With calm and temper'd zeal
Let me enforce thy call 1;

And vindicate thy gracious will,
Which offers life to all.

5 0 may I love like thee,—
In all thy footsteps tread;
Thou hatest all iniquity,

But nothing thou hast made.
60 may I learn the art,

With meekness to reprove;
To hate the sin with all my heart,
But still the sinner love.

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The victory that overcometh the world. QURROUNDED by a host of foes, Storm'd by a host of foes within, Nor swift to flee, nor strong to' oppose, Single against hell, earth, and sin: Single, yet undismay'd, I am;

I dare believe in Jesus' name.

2 What though a thousand hosts engage A thousand worlds, my soul to shake; I have a shield shall quell their rage,

And drive the alien armies back : Portray'd, it bears a bleeding Lamb; I dare believe in Jesus' name.

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M I a soldier of the cross,

AM

A foll'wer of the Lamb,

C. M.

And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?
2 Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease;
While others fought to win the prize,
And sail'd through bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

4 Since I must fight if I would reign,
Increase my courage, Lord;
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

5 Thy saints in all this glorious war
Shall conquer, though they die :
They see the triumph from afar,-
By faith they bring it nigh.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise. And all thy armies shine

In robes of vict'ry through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

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The violent take it by force.
MAY thy powerful word
Inspire a feeble worm

To rush into thy kingdom, Lord,
And take it as by storm.
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The grace already given,

S. M.

To seize the crown of perfect love,
And scale the mount of heaven.

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Heavenly rest in anticipation.

C. M.

WHEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,

I'll bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurl'd,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
Let storms of sorrow fall,-

So I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heaven, my all.