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67. The Christian Soldier.

HANDEL'S MARCH.
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 ;
And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God:

That having all things done,
All, all your conflicts past,
You may o'ercome, through Christ alone,

And stand complete at last.
In fellowship alone,

To God with faith draw near;
Approach his courts, besiege his throne

With all the power of prayer:
Go to his temple, go,

Nor from his altar move;
Let ev'ry house his worship know,

And ev'ry heart his love.

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 your Saviour shall draw nigh,

And take the conqu’rors home.

68. A Funeral Hymn for a Believer.

NEW JERUSALEM. HOSANNA to Jesus on high!

Another has enter'd his rest; Another is 'scap'd to the sky,

And lodg'd in Immanuel's breast : The soul of our brother is

gone To heighten the triumph above; Exalted to Jesus's throne,

And clasp'd in the arms of his love.
How happy the angels that fall

Transported at Jesus's name!
The saints whom he soonest shall call

To share in the feast of the Lamb!
No longer imprison'd in clay;

Who next from his dungeon shall fly? Who first shall be summon'd away?

My merciful God-Is it I?.

O Jesus! if this be thy will,

That suddenly I should depart; Thy counsel of mercy reveal,

And whisper the call to my heart: O give me a signal to know,

If soon thou would'st have me remove; And leave the dull body below,

And fly to the regions of love.

69. Christ the Believer’s Refuge.

MOUNT PLEASANT.

IN every trouble sharp and strong,

My soul to Jesus flies;
My anchor-hold. is firm in him,

When swelling billows rise.

His comforts bear my spirits up,

I trust a faithful God;
The sure foundation of my hope

Is in a Saviour's blood.

Loud hallelujahs sing, my soul,

To thy Redeemer's name;
In joy, in sorrow, life and death,

His love is still the same.

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70. A Prospect of Heaven makes

Death easy. PROSPECT. THERE is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides,

And never-with’ring flowers :
Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heavenly land from ours.
Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,

Stand dress'd in living green:
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

While Jordan roll'd between.
But tim'rous mortals start and shrink,

To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shiy'ring on the brink,

Afraid to launch away.
Oh! could we find those doubts remove,

Those gloomy doubts that rise!
And see the Canaan that we love

With unbeclouded eyes!
Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o'er;
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,

Should fright us from the shore.

171. Christ precious to a Believer.

MISSIONARY. JESUS, I love thy charming name,

'Tis music to my ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud,

That earth and heaven might hear. Yes, thou art precious to my soul,

My transport, and my trust;
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,

And gold is sordid dust.
All my capacious powers can wish,

In thee most richly meet;
Nor to my eyes is life so dear,

Nor friendship half so sweet.
O may thy grace still cheer my heart,

And shed its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,

The cordial of its care.
I'll speak the honours of thy name,

With my last lab'ring breath;
When speechless, clasp thee in my arms;

My joy in life and death. 72. A Divine Rapture. FarringDON. FROM thee, my God, my joys shall rise,

And run eternal rounds; Beyond the limits of the skies,

And all created bounds.

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