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7,7,7,3. CHRISTIAN, seek not yet repose,

Cast thy dreams of ease away ;
Thou art in the midst of foes :

Watch and pray.

2 Gird Thy heavenly armor on,

Wear it ever night and day ;
Near thee lurks the evil one;

Watch and pray.

3 Hear the victors who o'ercame;

Still they watch each warrior's way; All with one deep voice exclaim,

Watch and pray.
4 Hear, above all these, thy Lord,

Him thou lovest to obey ;
Hide within thy heart His word,

Watch and pray.

5 Watch, as if on that alone

Hung the issue of the day ;
Pray that help may be sent down ;
Watch and pray.

C. Elliott.

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6s, 5s. 81. CHRISTIAN, dost thou see them

On the holy ground,
How the hosts of darkness

Compass thee around ?
Christian, up and smite them,

Counting gain but loss ;
Smite them, Christ is with thee,

Soldier of the cross.

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2 Christian, dost thou feel them,

How they work within,
Striving, tempting, luring,

Goading into sin ?
Christian, never tremble ;

Never be downcast;
Gird thee for the battle,

Watch and pray and fast.
3 Christian, dost thou hear them,

How they speak thee fair?
Always fast and vigil ?
Always watch and prayer ?”
Christian, answer boldly:

While I breathe I pray :
Peace shall follow battle,

Night shall end in day.
4 “ Well I know thy trouble,

O My servant true;
Thou art very weary,

I was weary too ;
But that toil shall make thee

Some day all Mine own,
And the end of sorrow
Shall be near My throne."

St. Andrew of Crete. Tr. J. M. Neale.

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7s, 6s. 81. LET our choir new anthems raise,

Wake the song of gladness ;
God himself to joy and praise

Turns the martyrs' sadness :
Bright the day that won their crown,

Open'd heav'n's bright portal,
As they laid the mortal down

To put on th' immortal.

2 Never flinched they from the flame,

From the torture, never ;
Vain the foeman's sharpest aim,

Satan's best endeavor ;
For by faith they saw the land

Decked in all its glory,
Where triumphant now they stand

With the victor's story.

3 Faith they had that knew not shame,

Love that could not languish ;
And eternal hope o'ercame

Momentary anguish.
He who trod the self-same road

Death and hell defeated ;
Wherefore these their passions showed

Calvary repeated.

4 Up and follow, Christian men!

Press through toil and sorrow;
Spurn the night of fear, and then,

Oh, the glorious morrow!
Who will venture on the strife ?

Blest who first begin it !
Who will grasp the land of life?
Warriors, up and win it !

Joseph, the Hymnographer. Tr. J. M. Neale. 608

C. M.
When I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to ev'ry fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Should earth against my soul engage,

And hellish darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,

And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,

And storms of sorrow fall ;
May I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heaven, my all :
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul

In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

1. Watts.

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7s.
Cast thy burden on the Lord,
Only lean upon His word ;
Thou shalt soon have cause to bless
His eternal faithfulness.

2 Ever in the raging storm

Thou shalt see His cheering form,
Hear His pledge of coming aid :
“It is I, be not afraid.”

3 Cast thy burden at His feet ;

Linger at His mercy-seat :
He will lead thee by the hand
Gently to the better land.

Anon.

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11s. Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our

way ; The Lord is our leader, His Word is our

stay ; Though suff'ring, and sorrow, and trial be

near, The Lord is our refuge, and whom can we 2 He raiseth the fallen, He cheereth the faint; The weak and oppressed, He will hear their

fear?

complaint ; The way may be weary, and thorny the

road, But how can we falter ? Our help is in

God.

3 And to His green pastures our footsteps

He leads ;
His flock in the desert, how kindly He

feeds!
The lambs in His bosom He tenderly bears,
And brings back the wanderers safe from

the snares. 4 Though clouds may surround us, our God

is our light; Though storms rage around us, our God is

our might; So faint, yet pursuing, still onward we

come ; The Lord is our leader, and heaven is our home!

J. N. Darby.

11s. 611 The Lord is my Shepherd ; no want shall

I know ;
I feed in green pastures, safe-folded I

rest;
He leadeth my soul where the still waters
Restores me when wandering, redeems

when oppressed. 2 Through the valley and shadow of death

though I stray, Since Thou art my guardian, no evil I

flow,

fear;

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