423 Laban. S.M.

(763) Watchfulness and Prayer.

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 vict'ry 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,

To his divine abode.

George Heath, 1806.

424 Laban. S.M.

(761) The Panoply of God.

Soldiers of Christ! arise,

And put your armor 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.

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,

You may o'ercome through Christ alone,

And stand entire at last.

5 From strength to strength go on;

Wrestle, and fight, and pray;

Tread all the powers of darkness down,

And win the well-fought day.

6 Still let the Spirit cry,

In all his soldiers, "Come,"

Till Christ, the Lord, descends from high,

And takes the conquerors home.

Charles Wesley, 1749.

425 Laban. S.M.

(765) Victory is on the Lord's Side.

Arise, ye saints, arise!

The Lord our Leader is:

The foe before his banner flies,

And victory is his.

2 We soon shall see the day

When all our toils shall cease;

When we shall cast our arms away,

And dwell in endless peace.

3 This hope supports us here;

It makes our burdens light:

'Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer,

Till faith shall end in sight:--

4 Till, of the prize possessed,

We hear of war no more;

And ever with our Leader rest,

On yonder peaceful shore.

Thomas Kelly, 1803.

426 Maitland. C.M.

(751) The Sacrifices of Warfare.

Am I a soldier of the cross,

A follower of the Lamb?

And shall I fear to own his cause,

Or blush to speak his name?

2 Must I be carried to the skies

On flow'ry beds of ease,

While others fought to win the prize,

And sailed thro' bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?

Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,

To help me on to God?

4 Sure I must fight if I would reign;

Increase my courage, Lord;

I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,

Supported by thy word.

5 Thy saints in all this glorious war,

Shall conquer, though they die;

They see the triumph from afar,

By faith they bring it nigh.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,

And all thy armies shine

In robes of vict'ry through the skies,

The glory shall be thine.

Isaac Watts, 1723

427 America. 6s & 4s.

(773) Christian Soldiers.

Soldiers of Christ are we

Marching to victory,

Marching to heaven;

In his bright armor dressed,

His cross our chosen crest,

And for our food and rest,

His word is given.

2 Tho' foes our path surround,

Tho' toils and cares abound,

Onward we tread;

We hear our Lord's command;

We grasp each shining brand,

And, like a banner grand,

Hope waves o'erhead.

3 Soldiers of Christ are we,

Light, Love, and Liberty

Our battle call!

Till truth shall win the day,

Till right shall gain the sway,

Till sin is driven away,

We fight or fall.

428 Webb. 7s & 6s.

(771)

Stand up, stand up for Jesus,

Ye soldiers of the cross!

Lift high his royal banner,

It must not suffer loss;

From victory unto victory

His army shall he lead,

Till every foe is vanquished.

And Christ is Lord indeed.

2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus.

The trumpet call obey;

Forth to the mighty conflict,

In this his glorious day;

Ye that are men! now serve him,

Against unnumbered foes;

Your courage rise with danger,

And strength to strength oppose.

3 Stand up, stand up for Jesus,

Stand in his strength alone;

The arm of flesh will fail you;

Ye dare not trust your own;

Put on the gospel armor,

And, watching unto prayer,

Where duty calls, or danger,

Be never wanting there.

4 Stand up, stand up for Jesus:

The strife will not be long;

This day, the noise of battle,--

The next, the victor's song;

To him that overcometh,

A crown of life shall be;

He, with the King of glory,

Shall reign eternally!

George Duffield, 1858.

429 Webb. 7s & 6s.

(772) Psalm 27.

God is my strong salvation;

What foe have I to fear?

In darkness and temptation,

My Light, my Help is near:

Though hosts encamp around me,

Firm to the fight I stand;

What terror can confound me,

With God at my right hand?

2 Place on the Lord reliance;

My soul! with courage wait;

His truth be thine affiance,

When faint and desolate;

His might thy heart shall strengthen,

His love thy joy increase;

Mercy thy days shall lengthen;

The Lord will give thee peace.

James Montgomery, 1822.

430 Yield Not to Temptation. P.M.

Courage.

Yield not to temptation,

For yielding is sin;

Each vict'ry will help you

Some other to win.

Fight manfully onward,

Dark passions subdue;

Look ever to Jesus,

He'll carry you through.

CHO.--Ask the Savior to help you,

Comfort, strengthen, and keep you;

He is willing to aid you,

He will carry you through.

2 Shun evil companions,

Bad language disdain,

God's name hold in rev'rence,

Nor take it in vain;

Be thoughtful and earnest,

Kind-hearted and true;

Look ever to Jesus,

He'll carry you through.

3 To him that o'ercometh,

God giveth a crown;

Through faith we shall conquer,

Though often cast down;

He who is our Savior

Our strength will renew;

Look ever to Jesus,

He'll carry you through.

H.R. Palmer.

431 St. Martin's. C.M.

(892) Founded on a Rock.

With stately towers and bulwarks strong,

Unrivaled and alone,

Loved theme of many a sacred song;

God's holy city shone.

2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat,

The glory of all lands;

Yet fairer and in strength complete,

The Christian temple stands.

3 The faithful of each clime and age

This glorious church compose;

Built on a Rock, with idle rage

The threat'ning tempest blows.

4 Fear not; though hostile bands alarm,

Thy God is thy defense;

And weak and powerless every arm

Against Omnipotence.

Isaac Watts.

432 St. Martin's. C.M.

(891) The Church Immovable.

Oh! where are kings and empires now,

Of old that went and came?

But, Lord! thy church is praying yet,

A thousand years the same.

2 We mark her goodly battlements,

And her foundations strong;

We hear within the solemn voice

Of her unending song.

3 For, not like kingdoms of the world,

Thy holy church, O God!

Though earthquake shocks are threatening her,

And tempests are abroad;

4 Unshaken as eternal hills,

Immovable she stands,

A mountain that shall fill the earth,

A house not made by hands.

Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1839, a.

433 St. Martin's. C.M.

(894) Returning to Zion.

Daughter of Zion, from the dust

Exalt thy fallen head;

Again in thy Redeemer trust--

He calls thee from the dead.

2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength,

Thy beautiful array;

The day of freedom dawns at length--

The Lord's appointed day.

3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,

And send thy heralds forth;

Say to the South, Give up thy charge!

And, Keep not back, O North!

4 They come, they come; thine exiled bands,

Where'er they rest or roam,

Have heard thy voice in distant lands,

And hasten to their home.