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2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,

Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, “Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot

cure.”

3 Here see the Bread of life, see waters flow

ing Forth from the throne of God, pure from

above; Come to the feast of love, come, ever know

ing Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.

T. Moore. Alt. V. 3, T. Hastings.

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How gentle God's commands,

How kind his precepts are !
Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,

And trust his constant care.

2 While Providence supports,

Let saints securely dwell ;
That hand, which bears all nature up,

Shall guide His children well.

3 Why should this anxious load

Press down your weary mind ?
Haste to your heavenly Father's throne,

And sweet refreshment find.

4 His goodness stands approved,

Down to the present day ;
I'll drop my burden at His feet,
And bear a song away.

P. Doddridge.

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L. M. Fight the good fight with all thy might, Christ is thy strength, and Christ thy right; Lay hold on life, and it shall be

Thy joy and crown eternally. 2 Run the straight race through God's good

grace, Lift up thine eyes, and seek His face ; Life with its way before us lies,

Christ is the path, and Christ the prize. 3 Cast care aside, lean on thy Guide ;

His boundless mercy will provide ;
Trust, and thy trusting soul shall prove

Christ is its life, and Christ its love.
4 Faint not nor fear, His arms are near;

He changeth not, and thou art dear ;
Only believe, and thou shalt see
That Christ is all in all to thee.

J. S. B. Monsell.

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WHEN our heads are bowed with woe,
When our bitter tears o'erflow,
When we mourn the lost, the dear,

Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!
2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,

Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Thou hast shed the human tear;

Jesus, Son of Mary, hear !
3 When the solemn death-bell tolls

For our own departing souls,
When our final doom is near,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

4 Thou hast bowed the dying head,

Thou the blood of life hast shed,
Thou hast filled a mortal bier ;
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear !

5 When the heart is sad within

With the thought of all its sin,
When the spirit shrinks with fear,

Jesus, Son of Mary, hear !
6 Thou the shame, the grief, hast known,
Though the sins were not Thine own;
Thou hast deigned their load to bear;
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

H. H. Milman.

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My soul, be on thy guard ;

Ten thousand foes arise ;
The hosts of sin 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 lay thine armor down :
Thy arduous work will not be done

Till thou obtain thy crown.

4 Fight on, my soul, till death

Shall bring thee to thy God :
He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,
Up to His blest abode.

G. Heath.

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Oh, what, if we are Christ's,

Is earthly shame or loss ?
Bright shall the crown of glory be

When we have borne the cross.

2 Keen was the trial once,

Bitter the cup of woe,
When martyred saints, baptized in blood,

Christ's sufferings shared below. 3 Bright is their glory now,

Boundless their joy above,
Where, on the bosom of their God,

They rest in perfect love.
4 Lord, may that grace be ours,

Like them in faith to bear
All that of sorrow, grief, or pain,

May be our portion here: 5 Enough if Thou at last

The word of blessing give,
And let us rest beneath Thy feet,
Where saints and angels live,

H. W. Baker.

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S. M. Give to the winds thy fears ;

Hope, and be not dismayed ; God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears ;

God shall lift up thy head.
2 Through waves and clouds and storms

He gently clears thy way ;
Wait thou His time, so shall this niglit

Soon end in joyous day.

3 Still heavy is thy heart?

Still sink thy spirits down?
Cast off the weight, let fear depart,

And every care be gone.
4 What though thou rulest not?

Yet Heaven, and earth, and hell Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne

And ruleth all things well. 5 Let us, in life, in death,

Thy steadfast truth declare,
And publish, with our latest breath,
Thy love and guardian care.

Tr. J. Wesley.

P. Gerhardt.

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SOLDIERS of Christ, arise,

And put your armor on;
Strong in the strength which God sup-

plies,
Thro' 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.

3 Stand then in His great might,

With all His strength endued ;
And take, to arm you for the fight,

The panoply of God :
4 That having all things done,

And all your conflicts past,
Ye may o'ercome, through Christ alone,

And stand complete at last.

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