2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course;

But hell and sin are vanquished foes;
Thy Saviour nailed them to the cross,
And sung the triumph when he rose.

3 Then let my soul march boldly on,-
Press forward to the heavenly gate;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glittering robes for conquerors wait.

4 There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace,

While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader's praise.

A-men.

ZINZENDORF. 55,88,55.

A. Drese.

JE

ESUS, still lead on Till our rest be won;
And although the way be cheerless,

We will follow, calm and fearless :
Guide us by thy hand To our Fatherland!

2 If the way be drear, If the foe be near,
Let not faithless fears o'ertake us,

Let not faith and hope forsake us;
For, through many a foe, To our home we go!

3 When we seek relief From a long-felt grief;
When temptations come alluring,

Make us patient and enduring:

Show us that bright shore Where we weep no more!

4 Jesus, still lead on, Till our rest be won;
Heavenly Leader, still direct us,
Still support, console, protect us,
Till we safely stand In our Fatherland!

A-men.

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!

2 Is not thy name melodious still

To mine attentive ear?

Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound,
My Saviour's voice to hear?

3 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock
I would disdain to feed?

Hast thou a foe before whose face
I fear thy cause to plead ?

4 Would not my heart pour forth its blood
In honor of thy name?

And challenge the cold hand of death
To damp th' immortal flame?

5 Thou knowést that I love thee, Lord;
But O, I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love thee more.

A-men.

334

THE RACE.

P. Doddridge.

CHRISTMAS. C. M.
From Handel.

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I AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;

A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
|: And an immortal crown. :
2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
:And onward urge thy way. :|
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice,
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
|: To thine aspiring eye. :||

4 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee,
Have I my race begun;

And, crowned with victory, at thy feet
: I'll lay my honors down.:||

A-men.

2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,

That feeds the strength of every saint:

3 The mighty God, whose matchless power
Is ever new and ever young,
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.

4 From thee, the overflowing spring,

Our souls shall drink a fresh supply,
While such as trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.

5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,

We'll mount aloft to thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amid the heavenly road.

336 AN OPEN Door.

Nicholls.

A-men.

LAWRENCE: 66,4; 66,4.

L. W. Bacon, Arr.

I

THOU best gift of heaven,

Thou who thyself hast given,-For thou hast died!

This thou hast done for me:

What have I done for thee, Thou crucified?

2 I long to serve thee more;

Reveal an open door, Saviour, to me:

Then, counting all but loss,

I'll glory in thy cross, And follow thee.

3 Do thou but point the way,

And give me strength t' obey; Thy will be mine: Then can I think it joy

To suffer or to die, Since I am thine.

A-men.