305. L. M.

The Christian Warfare.

1 STAND up, my soul! shake off thy fears,
And gird the gospel-armour on ;
March to the gates of endless joy,
Where thy great Leader, Christ, has gone.

2 Sin and the world resist thy course;
But these, my soul! are vanquished foes;
For Jesus nailed them to the cross,
And sang the triumph when he rose.

3 Then let my soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heavenly gate;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glittering robes for conquerors wait.
4 There shall I wear a victor's crown,
And triumph in the Almighty's grace,
There all the just, in chorus joined,
Unite to celebrate his praise.

306. L. M.

Devout Aspirations.

Watts, alt❜d.

1 SUPREME and universal Light!
Fountain of reason! Judge of right!
Parent of good! whose blessings flow
On all above, and all below;-

2 Without whose kind, directing ray,
In everlasting night we stray,
From passion still to passion tossed,
And in a maze of error lost;-

3 Assist us, Lord! to act, to be
What thy all-holy laws decree;
Worthy that intellectual flame,
Which from thy breathing spirit came.
4 May our expanded souls disclaim
The narrow view, the selfish aim;
And with a Christian zeal embrace
Whate'er is friendly to our race.
5 O Father! grace and virtue grant;
No more we wish, no more we want:
To know, to serve thee, and to love,
Is peace below, is bliss above.

Rev. Henry Moore.

307. c. M.

Our Strength is in the Lord. Isa. xl. 27.

1 SUPREME in wisdom as in power
The Rock of ages stands,

Though him thou canst not see, nor trace
The workings of his hands.

2 He gives the conquest to the weak,
Supports the fainting heart;

And courage in the evil hour
His heavenly aids impart.

3 Mere human powers shall fast decay,
And youthful vigour cease;
But those who wait upon the Lord
In strength shall still increase.

4 They, with unwearied feet, shall tread
The path of life divine;

With growing ardour onward move,
With growing brightness shine.

5 On eagles' wings they mount, they soar,-
The wings of faith and love;
Till, past the cloudy regions here,
They rise to heaven above.

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308. s. M.

Scotch Paraphrases.

Peace to the returning Penitent.

SWEET is the friendly voice
Which speaks of life and peace;
Which bids the penitent rejoice,
And sin and sorrow cease.

No balm on earth like this
Can cheer the contrite heart;

No flattering dreams of earthly bliss
Such pure delight impart.

Still merciful and kind,

Thy mercy, Lord! reveal:

The broken heart thy love can bind,

The wounded spirit heal.

Thy presence shall restore
Peace to my anxious breast:

Lord! let my steps be drawn no more
From paths which thou hast blessed.

309. c. M.

Mutual Love. Ps. cxxxiii.

Jervis, alt'd.

1 SWEET is the love that mutual glows
Within each brother's breast,

And binds in gentlest bonds each heart,
All blessing and all blessed:

2 Sweet, as the odorous balsam poured On Aaron's sacred head,

Which o'er his beard, and down his vest,
A breathing fragrance shed;

3 Like morning dews, on Sion's mount
That spread their silver rays;
And deck with gems the verdant pomp,
Which Hermon's top displays.

4 To such, the Lord of life and love
His blessing shall extend;

On earth a life of joy and peace,
And life that ne'er shall end.

310. L. M.

Dr. Gregory

Desire of Wisdom and Obedience.

1 TEACH me, O teach me, Lord! thy way That to my life's remotest day,

By thine unerring precepts led,

My feet thy heavenly paths may tread.

2 Informed by thee, with sacred awe
My heart shall meditate thy law;
And, with celestial wisdom filled,
To thee a pure obedience yield.

3 Give me to know thy will aright,-
Thy will, my glory and delight;
That, raised above the world, my mind
In thec its highest good may find.

4 O turn from vanity mine eye!

To me thy quickening strength supply,
And with thy promised mercy cheer
A heart devoted to thy fear.

Merrick.

311. H. M.

Thanks be to God, who giveth us the Victory.' 1 Cor. xv. 57 1 THANKS be to God the Lord,

The victory is ours;

And hell is overcome

By Christ's triumphant powers!

The monster sin

And death has felt

In chains is bound,

His mortal wound.

2 Oppressed with guilt and wo,
In darkness long we lay,

Till Christ on earth appeared;
Then all was boundless day:

With terror struck,

Fled in despair,

The host of night

To shun the light.

3 Now o'er the vanquished tomb
Behold his trophy blaze,—

The banner of the cross,

That pours its streaming rays,

To mark the path

And upward guide

Where Jesus trod,

Our steps to God.

4 Give thanks to God the Lord,

The victory is won;

And up the path to heaven

Our march is now begun :

The hymn of joy

And shout aloud

Exulting raise,

The Saviour's praise. † Drummond.

312. c. M.

The Vanity of Human Life. Ps. xxxix. 4—7. 1 TEACH me the measure of my days, Thou Maker of my frame !

I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.