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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE.

C. M.

GISBORNE.

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.

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C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

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.

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L. M.

WATTS.

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.

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L. M. MRS. BARBAULD.
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.

5 Come then, my soul! now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal shield; Put on the armor from above,

Of heavenly truth and heavenly love.

6 The terror and the charm repel,

And powers of earth, and powers of hell; The man of Calvary triumphed here;Why should his faithful followers fear?

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L. M.

MONTGOMERY.

The Christian Soldier.

1 THE Christian warrior, see him stand
In the whole armor of his God;
The Spirit's sword is in his hand;
His feet are with the gospel shod:

2 In panoply of truth complete,
Salvation's helmet on his head,

With righteousness, a breastplate meet, And faith's broad shield before him spread3 With this omnipotence he moves,

From this the alien armies flee;

Till more than conqueror he proves,
Through Christ, who gives him victory.

4 Thus strong in his Redeemer's strength,
Sin, death and hell he tramples down;
Fights the good fight; and wins at length,
Through mercy, an immortal crown.

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SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS.

True Riches. Ps. 4.

1 AMIDST unsatisfied desires,
Or trouble's overwhelming flood,
Eager the doubting heart inquires,
O who will show us any good?

2 But happy they who serve the Lord,
And in his holy name believe;

They know, from his all-gracious word,
That he will every want relieve.

3 When humbly offering at his shrine.
The grateful homage of the heart,
The Lord will hear, and grace divine
In rich and copious streams impart.
4 Worldlings, who wealth and honors love,
Full many a weary vigil keep;

But he whose treasure is above,
Shall rest secure, and sweetly sleep.

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SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS.

Heavenly Treasures. Ps. 37.

1 WITH mines of wealth are sinners poor, Unblessing and unblessed;

But rich the man, whate'er his store,
Of inward peace possessed.

2 At tender pity's urgent call
His mite is gladly given;

Though poor the gift, the offering small,
Its record stands in heaven.