605 CHRISTIAN, seek not yet repose, 2 Gird Thy heavenly armor on, 7,7,7,3. 3 Hear the victors who o'ercame; 4 Hear, above all these, thy Lord, 5 Watch, as if on that alone 606 C. Elliott. 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, 2 Christian, dost thou feel them, 66 3 Christian, dost thou hear them, While I breathe I pray :" 4 "Well I know thy trouble, 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. 607 7s, 6s. 81. LET our choir new anthems raise, God himself to joy and praise Bright the day that won their crown, As they laid the mortal down 2 Never flinched they from the flame, For by faith they saw the land Where triumphant now they stand 3 Faith they had that knew not shame, He who trod the self-same road Wherefore these their passions showed 4 Up and follow, Christian men! Who will grasp the land of life? 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, 2 Should earth against my soul engage, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul I. Watts. 609 7s. CAST thy burden on the Lord, Thou shalt soon have cause to bless 2 Ever in the raging storm Thou shalt see His cheering form, 3 Cast thy burden at His feet; 610 Anon. 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 fear? 2 He raiseth the fallen, He cheereth the faint; The weak and oppressed, He will hear their 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 611 home! J. N. Darby. 11s. 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 flow, 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 fear; |