Isaac Watts.

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The healing balm to give ;

That balm the saddest heart can cheer,

And make the dying live.
6 4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds,

Where deathless pleasures reign ;
And bids us seek our portion there,

Nor bids us seek in vain. Turner.

HYMN 336. 7's & 6's. Margate, [b or *]
Looking forward.
p 1 T^ROM every earthly pleasure,
-T From every transient joy,
From every mortal treasure,

That soon will fade and die ;
No longer these desiring,

Upward our wishes tend,
To nobler bliss aspiring,

And joys that never end.
2 From every piercing sorrow
That heaves our breast, to-day,
— Or threatens us to-morrow,

Hope turns our eyes away :
8 On wings of faith ascending,
We see the land of light,
And feel our sorrows ending
In infinite delight.
p 3 What though we are but strangers
And sojourners below;
And countless snares and dangers

Surround the path we go ;
Though painful and distressing,
Yet there's a rest above ;
8 And onward still we're pressing,
To reach that land of love.

HYMN 337. 7's. German Hymn. [*j
The Pilgrim's Song.
t> 1 /CHILDREN of the Heavenly King!
V-> As ye journey, sweetly sing j
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
O Glorious in his works and ways !



Select. HYMN 338, 339. 703

o 2 Ye are travelling home to God,

In the way the fathers trod :

They are happy now, — and ye

Soon their happiness shall see.
u 3 Shout, ye ransomed flock, and blest !

Ye on Jesus' throne shall rest :

There your seat is now prepared ;

There your kingdom and reward,
s 4 Fear not, brethren ! joyful stand

On the borders of your land :

Jesus Christ, God's only Son,

Bids you undismayed go on.
p 5 Lord, submissive make us go,
o Gladly leaving all below :

Only thou our Leader be,

And we still will follow thee. Cennick

HYMN 338. L. M. Eaton. [*]
Heb. xiii, 14.
el" "VSTE'VE no abiding city here" —

* V This may distress the worldly mind
o But should not cost the saint a tear,

Who hopes a better rest to rind.
e 2 " We've no'abiding city here" —
e Sad truth, were this to be our home :
o But let this thought our spirits cheer,

"We seek a city yet to come."

3 "We've no abiding city here" —

Then let us live as pilgrims do ;

Let not the world our rest appear,

But let us haste from all below.
e 4 " We've no abiding city here" —
s We seek a city out of sight ;

Zion its name — the Lord is there,

It shines wit h everlasting light. Kelly

HYMN 339. CM. St. Ann's. [*]
Sincerity and Truth.
e 1 T ET those who bear the Christian name,
Lj Their holy vows fulfill :
The saints, the followers of the Lamb,

Are men of honour still.
2 True to the solemn oaths they take,

Though to their hurt they swear,
Constant and just to all they speak,
For God and angels hear.



rt)4 HYMN 340, 341. Select.

3 Still with their lips their hearts agree,
Nor flattering words devise ;

They know the God of truth can see
Through every false disguise.

4 They hate th' appearance of a lie,
In all the shapes it wears ;

Firm to their truth; and when they die,
Eternal life is theirs. Watts.

HYMN 340. C. M. Dedham. [b]
Watchfuhiess.

1 f\ FOR a principle within
V.J Of jealous, godly fear;

A sensibility to sin,
A pain to feel it near ;

2 O for the first approach to feel
Of pride, or fond desire ;

To catch the wandering of my will,
And quench the kindling fire.

3 From thee that I no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,

The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
The tender conscience, give. «

4 Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience make !

Awake my soul when sin is nigh,

And keep it still awake. C. Wesley,

HYMN 341. 8&7. Bavaria. [*]
The watchful Servants.
9 1 "C^ARTHLY joys no longer please us,
*-* Here would we renounce them all,
Seek our only rest in .Tesus —
Him our Lord and Master call,
s Faith, our languid spirits cheering,
Points to brighter worlds above,
Bids us look for his appearing —

Bids us triumph in his love.
2 May our lights be always burning,

And our loins be girded round,
Waiting for our Lord's returning —
Longing for the welcome sound !
Thus the Christian life adorning,

Never will we be afraid ;
Should he come at night or morning-
Early dawn or evening shade. Cong. Mag-






Select. HYMN 342—344. 705

HYMN 342. S. M. Watchman. [* or b]
e 1 A CHARGE to keep I have,
A- A God to glorify ;
A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky ;

2 To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfill ;

O may it all my powers engage
To do my Master's will.

3 Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live ;

And oh ! thy servant, Lord, prepare
A strict account to give !

4 Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely !

Assured if I my trust betray,

I shall for ever die. Wesley

HYMN 343. S. M. Olmuti. [*]
Watch and pray. Matt, xxvi, 41.
p 1 TVTY soul, be on thy guard, —
1TA Ten thousand foes arise :
And hosts of sins are pressing hard,
To draw thee from the skies.

2 Oh ! 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 victory won,
Nor once at ease sit down :

The arduous work will not be done,

Till thou hast got th y crown. Heath

HYMN 344. C. M. Windsor, [b]
Indwelling Sin lamented.
p 1 \i7TTH teais of anguish I lament,
' » Here at thy feet, my God,
My passion, pride, arid discontent,
And vile ingratitude.

2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base,
So false as mine has been,

So faithless to its promises,
So prone to every sin.

3 My reason tells me thy commands
Are holy, just, and true,



706 HYMN 345, 346. {Select

Tells me whate'er my God demands,
Is his most righteous due.

4 Eeason I hear, her counsels weigh,
And all her words approve ;

But still I find it hard t' obey, N
And harder yet to love.

5 How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel
These strugglings in my breast?

When wilt thou bow my stubborn will,

And give my conscience rest ? Stennett.

HYMN 345. 7's. Calvary, [b]
1 BY thy Spirit, Lord, reprove,
•E* All my inmost sins reveal,
Sins against thy light and love
Let me see, and let me feel ;
Sins that crucified my Lord,
Sins against thy precious blood.
p 2 Jesus, seek thy wandering sheep,
Make me restless to return ;
Bid me look on thee, and weep,
Bitterly, as Peter, mourn ; —
Till I say, by grace restored,
" Now, thou know'st I love thee, Lord."
3 O remember me for good,
Passing through the mortal vale ;
Show me the atoning blood,
When my strength and spirit fail ;
Give my fainting soul to see
Jesus crucified for me. Wesley's Col.

HYMN 346. L. P. M. St. Helen's, [b]
For Power over Sin.

1 "VS7HEN shall I hear the inward voice,

v v Which only faithful souls can hear?
Pardon, and peace, and heavenly joys,
Attend the promised Comforter:
O come, and righteousness divine,
And Christ, and all with Christ, are mine !

2 O that the Comforter would come,
Nor visit as a transient guest,

But fix in me his constant home,

And keep possession of my breast :

And make my soul his loved abode,

The temple of indwelling God. C. Wesley



Select HYMN 347, 348. 70 7

HYMN 347. C. M. Funeral Hymn, [b]
The Contrite Heart.
p 1 nnHE Lord will happiness divine
-t- On contrite hearts bestow:
Then tell me. gracious God, is mine

A contrite heart, or no ?
2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,

Insensible as steel :
If aught is felt, 'tis only pain
To find I cannot feel.
— 3 I sometimes think myself inclined
To love thee, if I could ;
But often feel another mind
Averse to all that's good.
— 4 My best desires are faint and few ;
Fain would I strive for more ;
But, when I cr\-, " My strength renew,"
Seem weaker than before.
— 5 Thy saints are comforted, I know,
And love the house of prayer ;

1 therefore go where others go,
But find no comfort there.

6 Oh ! make this heart rejoice or ache ;

Decide this doubt for me ;
And if it be not broken, break, —

And heal it, if it be. Cowper

HYMN 348. C. M. Barby. [b]
For a Contrite Heart.
el A FOR that tenderness of heart,
*J Which bows before the Lord ;
Acknowledging how just thou art,
And trembling at thy word.

2 O for those humble, contrite tears,
Which from repentance flow ;

That consciousness of guilt, which fears
The long-suspended blow.

3 Saviour, to me, in pity, give
The sensible distress ;

The pledge thou wilt at last receive,
And bid me die in peace ; —
g 4 Wilt from the dreadful day remove,
Before the evil come ;
My spirit hide with saints above,
Mv bodv in the tomb. 0, JVesle*.

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708 HYMN 349, 350. Select.

HYMN 349. L. M. Dresden, [b]
Return of Joy.
e 1 T^7HEN darkness long has veiled my mind,
O * » And smiling day once more appears,
Then, my Redeemer, then I find
The folly of my doubts and fears.

2 I chide my unbelieving heart,
And blush that I should ever be
Thus prone to act so base a part,

Or harbour one hard thought of thee.

3 O, let me, then, at length be taught
(What I am still so slow to learn)
That God is Love, and changes not,
Nor knows the shadow of a turn.

4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat!
But, when my faith is sharply tried,
I find myself a learner yet, —
Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.

5 But, O my Lord, one look from thee
Subdues the disobedient will,
Drives doubt and discontent away,
And thy rebellious worm is still.

6 Thou art as ready to forgive,
As I am ready to repine ;

Thou therefore all the praise receive j

Be shame and self-abhorrence mine. Covaper.

HYMN 350. L. P. M. St. Helen's. [*]
Fervent Vows and Petitions.
o 1 rpHEE will I love, my strength and tower,
A Thee will I love, my joy and crown j
Thee will I love with all my power,
In all my works, and thee alone !
Thee will I love, till that pure fire
Fil! my whole soul with chaste desire.
—2 In darkness willingly I strayed ;
I sought thee, yet from thee I roved :
For wide my wandering thoughts were spread,
Thy creatures more than thee I loved 5
And now, if more at length I see,
'Tis through thy light, and comes from thee.
—3 I thank thee, Uncreated Sun,
That thy bright beams on me have shlned 5
I thank th«e, who hast overthrown
My foes, and healed ray wounded mind ;



Select. HYMN 351, 352. 709

I thank thee, whose enlivening voice
Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice.
4 Give to my eyes refreshing tears ;
Give to my heart chaste, hallowed fires;
Give to my soul, with n'iial fears,
The love that ali heaven's host inspires ;
That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.
—5 Thee will I love, my joy, my crown !
Thee will I love, my Lord, my God !
Thee will I love, though all may frown,
And thorns and briers perplex my road ;
Yea, when my flesh and heart decay,
Thee shall I love in endless day. Moravian.

HYMN 351. L. M. Aazareth. [b or *]
A Good Conscience.
P 1 ^JWEET peace of conscience, heavenly
^ guest !

Come, fix thy mansion in my breast ;

Dispel my doubts, my fears control ;

And heal the anguish of my soul.
o 2 Come, smiling hope, and joy sincere ;

Come, make your constant dwelling here;

Still let your presence cheer my heart,

Nor sin compel you to depart.

3 Thou God of hope and peace divine,

Oh ! make these sacred pleasures mine !

Forgive my sins, my fears remove,

And send the tokens of thy love,
s 4 Then should my eyes, without a tear,

See death, with all its terrors, near:

My heart should then in death rejoice,

And raptures tune my faltering voice.
g 5 Nay, should the frame of nature fall,

And flames surround this earthly ball ;

Ev'n then, my soul without dismay

The mighty ruin would survey,
g 6 Yes, for beyond these lower skies

New worlds salute my longing eyes ; [tains,

Blest worlds! where peace her throne main-

And everlasting glory reigns. Heg-inbothanu

HYMN 352. C. M. Lanesboro\ [b or *]
77te Request.
1 T^ATHER, whate'er of earthly blisa
■F Thy sovereign will denies,



710 HYMN 353. Select.

Accepted at thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise : —

2 " Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free ;

The blessings of thy grace impart,
And make me live to thee.

3 " Let the sweet hope that I am thine,
My life and death attend ;

Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end." Steele.

HYMN 353. 8 & 7. Smyrna. [*]
" Yea, though I walk through the Valley of the
Shadow" of Death, I will fear no Evil." Ps.
xxiii, 4.

p 1 /GENTLY, Lord, O gently lead us
vJ Through this gloomy vale of tears,
Through the changes thou'st decreed us,
Till our last great change appears.
s O refresh us with thy blessing,
O refresh us with thy grace ;
May thy mercies, never ceasing,.
Fit us for thy dwelling-place.
p 2 When temptation's darts assail us>
When in devious paths we stray,
Let thy goodness never fail us,
Lead us in thy perfect way.
s O refresh us with thy blessing, &c.

p 3 In the hour of pain and anguish,
In the hour when death draws near,
Suffer not our hearts to languish,
Suffer not our souls to fear.
s — O refresh us with thy blessing, &c

e 4 When this mortal life is ended,

Bid us in thine arms to rest,
o Till by angel bands attended,
We" awake among "the blest.
s O refresh us with thy blessing, &c.

5 Then, O crown us with thy blessing,

Through the triumphs of thy grace;
Then shall praises never ceasing
Echo through thy dwelling-place.

O refresh us with thy blessing, &c



Se lect HYMN 354, 355. 711

HOIN 354. L. M. Dresden, [b]

Submission.

p 1 ■V17AIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will!
Ti Tumultuous passions, all be still!
Nor let a murmuring thought arise ;
His ways are just, his counsels wise.

e 2 He in the thickest darkness dwells,
Performs his work, the cause conceals ;
But though his methods are unknown,
Judgment and truth support his throne.

3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas,
He executes his firm decrees ;

And by his saints it stands confessed,
That what he does is ever best.

4 Wait, then, my soul, submissive wait,
Prostrate before his awful seat:

And midst the terrors of his rod,

Trust in a wise and gracious God. Beddome.

HYMN 355. C. M. Dundee. [* or b]
Resignation.

1 TVfAY I remember, Lord, to thee,
It A Whate'er I have I owe ;

And back, in gratitude, from me,
May all thy bounties flow.

2 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,
When used as talents lent ;

Those talents only well employed,
When in thy service spent.

3 And though thy wisdom takes away
Shall I arraign thy will ?

o No, let me bless thy name, and say,
" The Lord is gracious still."

4 A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possessed,

And all must faif when I go home,
For this is not my rest.

5 Write but my name upon the roll
Of thy redeemed above ;

Then, heart, and mind, and strength, and soul,
I'll love thee for thy love. Montgomery,



712 HYMN 356,357. Select.

HYMN 356. L. P. M. Dresden, [b]

*' For we have not an High Priest who cannot be
touched with the feeling of our infirmities ; but
was in all points tempted like as we are, yet
without sin.'" Heb. iv, 15.
e 1 XTK7HEN gathering clouds around I view,
* » And days are dark, and friends are few,
On him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienced every human pain;
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.

— 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly virtue's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do,
Still he who felt temptation's power
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.

— 3 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend ;
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me — for a little while,—
Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed,
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.

—4 And O, when I have safely passed
Through every conflict — but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My painful bed, — for thou hast died ;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away. Grant.

HYMN 357. 8, 7 & 4. Tamworth. [*]
Divine Faithfulness.
e 1 TN the floods of tribulation,

A While the billows o'er me. roll,
s Jesus whispers consolation,
o And supports my fainting soul ;
s Hallelujah,

Hallelujah, praise the Lord.

e 2 In his darkest dispensations,
o Faithful doth the Lord appear,

With his richest consolations,
u To reanimate and cheer:
e Sweet affliction.

Thus to bring my Saviour near



Select HYMN 358, 359. 713

3 In the sacred page recorded

Thus his word securely stands ;
* Fear not, I'm in trouble near thee,

' Nought shall pluck you from my hands:'
Sweet affliction,

Every word my love demands. S. Pearct

HYMN 358. L. P. M. St. Helen's, [b]
Prayer for Divine Consolation.

p 1 T^ATHER of mercies, God of love,
-T O ! hear a humble suppliant's cry;

o Bend from thy lofty seat above,

g Thy throne of glorious majesty :
O deign to listen to my voice,
And bid my drooping heart rejoice.

2 I urge no merits of my own,
No worth to claim thy gracious smile ;
And when I bow before thy throne,
Dare to converse with God awhile,
Thy name, blest Jesus, is my plea,
Dearest and sweetest name to me !

p 3 Father of mercies, God of love,
Then hear thy humble suppliant's cryj
Bend from thy lofty seat above,

g Thy throne of glorious majesty :
One pardoning word can make me whole,
And soothe the anguish of my soul. Raffle*.

HYMN 359. CM. Funeral Hymn, [b]
Tltink upon Me. Neh. v, 19.
pi /\ THOU, from whom all goodness flowf,
\J I lift my heart to thee ;
In all my trials, conflicts, woes,
Dear Lord, remember me.

2 When groaning, on my burdened heart
My sins lie heavily:

My pardon speak, new peace impart,
In love, remember me.

3 If on my face, for thy dear name,
Shame and reproaches be ;

o I'll hail reproach, and welcome shams
If thou remember me.



714 HYMN 360, 361. Select.

p 4 The hour is near — consigned to death,
I own the just decree ;
Saviour, with my last parting breath,
I'll cry — Remember me. Haieeis.

HYMN 360. 8 & 7. Smyrna, [b]
In deep Affliction.

p 1 T^ULL of trembling expectation,

-T Feeling much, and fearing more,
Mighty God of my salvation,

I thy timely aid implore :
Suffering Son of Man, be near me

All my sufferings to sustain,
By thy sorer griefs to cheer me, -

By thy more than mortal pain.

—2 By thy most severe temptation,

In that dark, Satanic hour ;
By thy last mysterious passion,

Screen me from the adverse power j
By thy fainting in the garden,

By thy bloody sweat, I pray,
Write upon my heart the pardon,

Take my sins and fears away.

3 By the travail of thy spirit,

By thine outcry on the tree,
By thine agonizing merit,

In my pangs remember me !
By thy death I thee conjure,

A weak, dying soul befriend ;
Make me patient to endure :

Make me faithful to the end. C. Wesley

HYMN 361. C. M. Dedham. [b]
Hope in Trouble.

1 "CTKTHEN musing sorrow weeps the past,

* * And mourns the present pain,
'Tis sweet to think of peace at last,
And feel that death is gain.

2 'Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise,
And dread a Father's will,

'Tis not that meek submission flies,
And would not suffer still : —



Select HYMN 362, 363. 715

3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys

The path that leads to light,
And longs her eagle plumes to raise,

And lose herself in sight.

— 4 It is that hope with ardor glows,
To see him face to face,
Whose dying love no language knows
Sufficient art to trace.

5 It is that harassed conscience feels

The pangs of struggling sin ;
And sees, though far, the hand that heals,

And ends the strife within.
■ 6 O let me wing my hallowed flight

From earth-born wo and care,
And soar above these clouds of night,

My Saviour's bliss to share I JVoel

HYMN 362. C. M. Abridge. [*]

Oospel Comforts.

p 1 X'STHEN languor and disease invade
»» This trembling house of clay,
'Tis sweet to look beyond our cage,
And long to fly away.

e 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of his love ;
Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above.

3 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end ;

Sweet on his covenant of grace,
For all things to depend.

4 Sweet in the confidence of faith,
To trust his firm decrees ;

Sweet to lie passive in his hands,
And know no will but his.

5 If such the sweetness of the streams,
What must the fountain be,

Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from thee ? Toplady



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HYMN 363. S. M. Olmutz. [*]
OUR harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take ,



716 HYMN 364, 365. Select.

a Loud to the praise of love divine,
Bid every string awake.

o 2 Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home,
And nearer to our house above,
We every moment come.

3 His grace will to the end,
Stronger and brighter shine ;

Nor present things, nor things to come,
Shall quench the love divine.

4 Blest is the man, O God,
That stays himself on thee !

Who waits for thy salvation, Lord,

Shall thy salvation see. Toplady.

HYMN 364. P. M. Haddam. [*]

The Cross the Way to the Crown.

• IT OOK up to yonder world,

-L^ See myriads round the throne !
Each hears a golden harp,
And wears a sacred crown :
e With zeal they strike I And strive to raise
The sacred lyre, | Their praises higher.

2 Believing in his Name,
They in his footsteps trod;

His righteousness their hope,
Their only plea his blood ;
Lo, now they reign I Behold his face
With him above, | And sing his love.

3 And shall we not aspire,
Like them our course to run ?

The crown if we would wear,
That crown must first be won :
Divinely taught, I First to believe

They showed the way, ] And then obey.

HYx\IN365. L. M. Luton. [*]

The Redeemed round the Throne. Rev. vii, 9 — 17.

olT O! round the throne, at God's right hand,
-L* The saints, in countless myriads, stand
Of every tongue, redeemed to God,
Arrayed in garments washed in blood.



Select. HYMN 366. 717

2 Through tribulation great they came ;
They bore the cross, despised the shame :
From all their labours now they rest,

In God's eternal glory blest.

3 Hunger and thirst they feel no more ;
Nor sin, nor pain, nor death, deplore:
The fears are wiped from every eye,
And sorrow yields to endless joy.

4 They see their Saviour face to face,
And sing the triumphs of his grace :
Him day and night they ceaseless praise,

o To him their loud hosannas raise. —
8 5 Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain,
Through endless years to live and reign!
Thou hast redeemed us by thy blood,
And made us kings and priests to God!

HYMN 36S. 7's. Evening Hymn. [*]
77te Redeemed in Heaven.

1 "CX7HAT are these in bright array,

w » This innumerable throng,
Round the altar nigbt and day,
Hymning one triumphant song:
"Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Blessing, honour, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain.
New dominion, every hour."

2 These through fiery trials trod,
These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of God,
Sealed with his almighty name ;
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor-palms in every hand,
Through their dear Redeemers might,
More than conquerors they stand.

3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed ;
Them, the Lamb amidst the tnrone,
Shall to living fountains lead :

Joy and gladness banish sighs,
Perfect love dispels all fears,
And forever from their eyes,
God shall wipe away the tears.

Montgomery,



718 HYMN 367, 368. Select.

HYMN 367. S. M. Lisbon. [*]
The Ransomed of the Lord shall return, &,c. Isa.

xxxv, 10.
8 1 VT'OUR happy voices join,

X And strike the heavenly song j
Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways
With music pass along,
e 2 How straight the path appears !
How open and how fair!
No lurking gins t' entrap our feet —

No fierce destroyer there.
b 3 But flowers of paradise

In rich profusion spring;
The sun of glory gilds the path
And dear companions sing,
s 4 See Salem's golden spires,
In heauteous prospect rise ;
And hrighter crowns than mortals wear,
Far sparkle through the skies.
u 5 All honour to his name,

Who marks the shining way ;
To him, who leads the pilgrims on
To realms of endless day.

Doddridge altered.

HYMN 338. S. M. St. Thomas. [*]
The Clwistian's Warfare.
1 $3 OLDIERS of Christ, arise,
£5 And put your armour on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies
Through his eternal Son ;
2 Strong in the Lord of Hosts,
And in his mighty power;
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,
Is more than conqueror.
a 3 Stand then in his great might,
With all his strength endued j
But take to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God : —
4 That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,



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