622

ALFRED BOYNTON.

2 What though the warfare be severe,

And enemies be strong;

And painful watchings, dark and drear,
The tedious night prolong;
Our Captain passed this way before,
And felt each cruel sting:
Courage the strife will soon be o'er,

And then with joy we'll sing.

3 Many a soldier in this strife,
Has nobly bled and died,
Counting it joy to give his life
For Him once crucified.
And when our Captain comes again,

Those from the dead he 'll bring;
And they with us, and we with them,
Triumphantly will sing.

4 O, 't will be joy, but to behold

That glad immortal throng Enter and walk the streets of gold, And sing the victor's song!

7

To see that host and hear that song,
Must joy ecstatic bring;

But those who will may join that throng,
With them you too may sing.

623

R. F. Cottrell.

1 As through this changing world we roam, From infancy to age,

Heaven is the Christian pilgrim's home,

His rest at every stage;

Thither his raptured thoughts ascend,

Eternal joys to share;

There his adoring spirit bends,

While here he kneels in prayer.

2 From earth his freed affections rise
To fix on things above,
Where all his hope of glory lies,
And love is perfect love;
Ah! there may we our treasure place,
There let our hearts be found,
That still where sin abounded, grace
May more and more abound.

James Montgomery.

Shall I, to soothe the unholy throng,
Soften thy truth, or smooth my tongue
To gain earth's gilded toys, or flee
The cross endured, my Lord, by thee?

What, then, is he whose scorn I dread?
Whose wrath or hate makes me afraid?
A man! an heir of death! a slave
To sin! a bubble on the wave!

Thy shadowing wings around my head;
Since in all pain thy tender love
Will still my sure refreshment prove.
Johann J. Winkler.

626

538, 101, 336.

1 O LORD, thy heavenly grace impart,
And fix my frail, inconstant heart;
Henceforth my chief desire shall be
To dedicate myself to thee.

2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ,
One thought shall fill my soul with joy;
That silent, secret thought shall be
That all my thoughts are fixed on thee.
3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;
Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;
And wheresoe'er my lot may be,
Still shall my spirit rest with thee.

Renouncing every worldly thing,
And safe beneath thy spreading wing,
My sweetest thoughts henceforth shall be,
That all I want I find in thee.

Jean F. Oberlin.

627

CHESTER G. ALLEN.

2 What is my being but for thee,Its sure support, its noblest end? 'Tis my delight thy face to see,

And serve the cause of such a Friend.

3 I would not sigh for worldly joy,

Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days nor powers employ
To spread a sounding name abroad.
+ 'T is to my Saviour I would live,-

To him who for my ransom died;
Nor could all worldly honor give
Such bliss as crowns me at his side.

5 His work my hoary age shall bless
When youthful vigor is no more;
And my last hour of life confess
His saving love, his glorious power.
Philip Doddridge.
628

787, 932, 104.

1 So let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine,
To prove the doctrine all divine.

2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honors of our gracious Lord,
When his salvation reigns within,
And grace subdues the power of sin.

3 Our flesh and sense must be denied,
Passion and envy, lust and pride;
While justice, temperance, truth, and love,
Our inward piety approve.

4 Religion bears our spirits up, While we expect that blessed hope, The bright appearing of the Lord; And Faith stands leaning on his word. 629

624, 538, 875.

Isaac Watts.

1 AND is the gospel peace and love?
Such let our conversation be;
The serpent blended with the dove-
Wisdom and meek simplicity.

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts and tongues
to strife;

To Jesus let us lift our eyes,

Bright Pattern of the Christian life. 3 Dispensing good where'er he came, The labors of his life were love; Then if we bear the Saviour's name, By his example let us move.

4 O, how benevolent and kind!

How mild-how ready to forgive! Be this the temper of our mind, And these the rules by which we live.

Anon.

1 WHAT! never speak one evil word,
Or rash, or idle, or unkind?
O, how shall I, most gracious Lord,
This mark of true perfection find?
2 Thy sinless mind in me reveal;

Thy Spirit's plenitude impart;
And all my spotless life shall tell
That thou hast purified my heart.
Charles Wesley.

635

ISAAC B. WOODBURY.

1 HEED not the tempter's siren voice,
A deep with dangers rife ;
Mortal, thou hast a nobler choice-
Life, life, eternal life.

2 O, shun the world's bewitching snare,
Its fever, and its strife;
Mortal, thou hast a nobler share-
Life, life, eternal life.

3 Like Abram hast thou faith to bear
The sacrificial knife?

Then with the faithful thou shalt share
Life, life, eternal life.

4 For love of God canst thou lay down
Thy life 'mid hottest strife?
Then thou hast won a starry crown-
Life, life, eternal life.

Anon.

637

395, 446, 598.

1 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, Nor to defend his cause, Maintain the honor of his word,

The glory of his cross.

2 Jesus, my Lord, I know his name;
His name is all my trust;
Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well secure

What I've committed to his hands
Till the decisive hour.

4 Then will he own my worthless name Before his Father's face,

And in the New Jerusalem
Reserve for me a place.

Isaac Watts.

1 LET worldly minds the world pursue; It has no charms for me: Once I admired its trifles too,

But grace has set me free.

2 Its joys can now no longer please,
Nor e'en content afford:

Far from my heart be joys like these,
For I have seen the Lord.

3 As by the light of opening day
The stars are all concealed,
So earthly pleasures fade away
When Jesus is revealed.

John Newton.