The bright appearance of the Lord, 312 C. M. WATTS. Christian Warfare. 1 AM I a soldier of the cross? 2 Must I be carried to the skies Whilst others fought to win the prize, 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Is this low world a friend to grace, 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, 313 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, C. M. GISBORNE. The Christian's Life. 1 A SOLDIER'S course, from battles won A pilgrim's, restless as the sun;- 2 The hosts of darkness pant for spoil- Lonely we tread a foreign soil 3 0! let us seek our heavenly home, The land whence pilgrims never roam, 4 Where grief shall never wound, nor death, Nor sin, with pestilential breath, His holy realm profane; 5 The land where, suns and moons unknown, And night's alternate sway, Jehovah's ever-burning throne 6 Where they who meet shall never part ; Where grace achieves its plan; And God, uniting every heart, 314 C. M. DODDRIDGE. The Christian Race. 1 AWAKE, my soul! stretch every nerve, A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 2 A cloud of witnesses around 3 "Tis God's all-animating voice 4 That prize with peerless glories bright, When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems 315 L. M. WATTS. The Christian Race. 1 AWAKE, our souls, away, our fears, 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, That feeds the strength of every saint. 3 The mighty God, whose matchless power 4 From thee, the overflowing spring, 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, 316 L. M. MRS. BARBAuld. The Christian Warfare. 1 AWAKE, my soul! lift up thine eyes; 2 Here giant danger threatening stands, 3 See where rebellious passions rage, Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 4 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground; 5 Come then, my soul! now learn to wield Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love. 6 The terror and the charm repel, And powers of earth, and powers of hell; |