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.
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.
20 may we all improve
The grace already given,
To seize the crown of perfect love,
And scale the mount of heaven.
Heavenly rest in anticipation.
HEN 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.
4 There I shall bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
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No cause for fear.
GWhat fe have I to fear?
1OD is my strong_salvation;
In darkness and temptation,
My light, my help, is near:
Though hosts encamp around me,
Firm in the fight I stand;
What terror can confound me,
With God at my right hand?
2 Place on the Lord reliance;
My soul, with courage wait;
His truth be thine affiance,
When faint and desolate;
His might thy heart shall strengthen,
His love thy joy increase;
Mercy thy days shall lengthen;
The Lord will give thee peace,
THE good fight have fought,-
O when shall I declare!
The vict'ry by my Saviour got,
I long with Paul to share.
2 O may I triumph so,
When all my warfare 's past;
And, dying, find my latest foe
Under my feet at last!
8 This blessed word be mine,
Just as the port is gain'd,
Kept by the power of grace divine,
I have the faith maintain'd.
4 The' apostles of my Lord,
To whom it first was given,
They could not speak a greater word,
Nor all the saints in heaven.
The universal victory of the cross.
JESUS, the Conqu'ror, reigns,
In glorious strength array'd;
His kingdom over all maintains,
And bids the earth be glad:
Ye sons of men, rejoice
In Jesus' mighty love;
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
To Him who rules above.
2 Extol his kingly power;
Kiss the exalted Son,
Who died, and lives to die no more,
High on his Father's throne:
Our Advocate with God,
He undertakes our cause,
And spreads through all the earth abroad
The vict'ry of his cross.
Victory is on the Lord's side.
The foe before his banner flies,
And victory is His.
2 We follow thee, our Guide,
Our Saviour, and our King;
We follow thee, through grace supplied
From heaven's eternal spring.
3 We soon shall see the day
When all our toils shall cease;
When we shall cast our arms away,
And dwell in endless peace.
4 This hope supports us here; It makes our burdens light:
"Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer,
Till faith shall end in sight:-
5 Till, of the prize possess'd,
We hear of war no more;
And ever with our Leader rest,
On yonder peaceful shore.
Crowns cast at the feet of Jesus.
ARK how the gospel trumpet sounds,
Proclaiming to a ruin'd race,
That through the riches of His grace,
Sinners may see the Saviour's face,
In endless day.
2 Hail, Jesus! all-victorious Lord!
Be thou by all mankind adored!
For us didst thou the fight maintain,
And o'er our foes the vict'ry gain,
That we, with thee, might ever reign,
In endless day.
3 And when, through grace, our course is run,
The battle fought, the vict'ry won,
Then crowns unfading we shall wear,
The glory of thy kingdom share,
With thee, our glorious leader, there,
In endless day.
4 Then, in thy presence, heavenly King,
In loftier strains thy praise we'll sing,
When with the blood-bought hosts we meet,
Triumphant there, in bliss complete,
And cast our crowns before thy feet,
In endless day.
PATIENCE AND RESIGNATION.
Tribulation to be expected.
S strangers here below,
With various woes oppress'd,
We must through tribulation go
To our eternal rest.
2 Thus Christ, our glorious Head,
Ascended to his throne:-
Why should his servants fear to tread
The way their Lord has gone?
3 The path to glory lies
Through conflict and distress :-
But joyful we at length shall rise,
The kingdom to possess.
Christ our pattern and example.
AVIOUR of all, what hast thou done?
What hast thou suffer'd on the tree?
Why didst thou groan thy mortal groan,
Obedient unto death for me?
The myst'ry of thy passion show,—
The end of all thy griefs below.
2 Pardon, and grace, and heaven to buy,
My bleeding sacrifice expired;
But didst thou not my pattern die,
That, by thy glorious Spirit fired,
Faithful to death I might endure,
And make the crown by suff'ring sure?
3 Thou didst the meek example leave,
That I might in thy footsteps tread;
Might like the Man of Sorrows grieve,
And groan, and bow with thee my Head:
Thy dying in my body bear,
And all thy state of suff'ring share.
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