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4 Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain,

Cry the redeemed above, Blessing and honor to obtain,

And everlasting love. 5 Worthy the Lamb, on earth we sing,

Who died our souls to save; Henceforth, O Death! where is thy sting!

Thy victory, O Grave !
6 Then hallelujah! power and praise

To God in Christ be given;
May all who now this anthem raise

Renew the song in heaven.

268. C. M. C. WESLEY.

The Communion of Saints.
1 The saints on earth and those above

But one communion make;
Joined to their Lord in bonds of love,

All of his grace partake.
2 One family, we dwell in him :

One church above, beneath ; Though now divided by the stream,

The narrow stream of death. 3 One army of the living God,

To his command we bow;
Part of the host have crossed the flood,

And part are crossing now.
4 O God, be thou our constant guide!

Then, when the word is given,
Bid death's cold flood its waves divide,

And land us safe in heaven.


L. M. BUTCHER. Final Acceptance of all the Righteous. 1 FROM north and south, from east and west,

Advance the myriads of the blest:
From every clime of earth they come,
And find in heaven a common home.

2 In one immortal throng we view

Pagan and Christian, Greek and Jew;
But, all their doubts and darkness o'er,
One only God they now adore.

3 Howe'er divided here below,

One bliss, one spirit now they know; Though some ne'er heard of Jesus' name Yet God admits their honest claim.

4 On earth, according to their light,

They aimed to practise what was right;
Hence all their errors are forgiven,
And Jesus welcomes them to heaven.



270. C. M.

The Christian's Life.
1 A SOLDIER's course, from battles won

To new commencing strife:
A pilgrim's, restless as the sun ;-

Behold the Christian's life!
2 The hosts of darkness pant for spoil-

How can our warfare close ? Lonely we tread a foreign soil

How can we hope repose?
3 O! let us seek our heavenly home,

Revealed in sacred lore;
The land whence pilgrims never roam,

Where soldiers war no more;' 4 Where grief shall never wound, nor death,

Beneath the Saviour's reign; 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

Upholds unbroken day;
6 Where they who meet shall never part;

Where grace achieves its plan;
And God, uniting every heart,
Dwells face to face with man.


The Christian Race.
1 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 That prize with peerless glories bright,

Which shall new lustre boast, When victors' wreaths and monarchs’ gems

Shall blend in common dust.


L. M.


The Christian Race.

1 AWAKE, our souls, away, our fears,

Let every trembling thought be gone
Awake, and run the heavenly race,

And put a cheerful courage on.
2 True, 't is 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 amidst the heavenly road.

L. M.

The Christian Warfare.
1 Awake, my soul ! lift up thine eyes;

See where thy foes against thee rise,
In long array, a numerous host;

Awake, my soul ! or thou art lost.
2 Here giant danger threatening stands,

Mustering his pale, terrific bands;
There pleasure's silken banners spread,

And willing souls are captive led. 3 See where rebellious passions rage,

And fierce desires and lusts engage ;
The meanest foe of all the train

Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 4 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground;

Perils and snares beset thee round;
Beware of all; guard every part,
But most, the traitor in thy heart.

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