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Rom. viii. 33.

L, M.

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HO shall the Lord's elect condemn?

And mercy, like a mighty stream,

O'er all their sins divinely rolls. 2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell ?

"Tis Christ that suffered in their stead; And, the salvation to fulfil,

Behold Him rising from the dead.
3 He lives, He lives, and reigns above,

For ever interceding there ;
Who shall divide us from His love ?

Or what should tempt us to despair ? 4 Shall persecution, or distress,

Famine, or sword, or nakedness?
He who hath loved us bears us through,
And makes us more than conquerors too.
Faith hath an overcoming power;
It triumphs in the dying hour:
Christ is our life, our joy, our hope,

Nor can we sink with such a prop. 6 Not all that men on earth can do,

Nor powers on high, nor powers below,
Shall cause His mercy to remove,
Or wean our hearts from Christ, our love.

2 Tim. il. 3.

C.M.

WATTS.

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RE we the soldiers of the cross,

And shall we fear to own His cause,

Or blush to speak His name?

2 Now must we fight it we would reign :

Increase our courage, Lord :
We'll bear the toil, endure the pain,

Supported by Thy word.
13 Thy saints in all this glorious war

Shall conquer, though they're slain ;
They see the triumph from afar,

And shall with Jesus reign.
4 When that illustrious day shall rise,

And all Thine armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,

The glory shall be Thine.

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And gird the gospel armour on;
March to the gates of endless joy,

Where thy great Captain-Saviour's gone. 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course,

But hell and sin are vanquished foes ;
Thy Jesus 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.

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Gal. vi. 14. 8.7. BOWRING. 1 N the Cross of Christ I glory :

Towering o'er the wrecks of time,
All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime,

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2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive

and fears annoy, Never shall the Cross forsake me,

Lo! it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming

Light and love upon my way,
From the Cross the radiance streaming,

Adds more lustre to the day,
4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,

By the Cross are sanctified ;
Peace is there that knows no measure,

Joys that through all time abide. 5 In the Cross of Christ I glory ;

Towering o'er the wrecks of time, All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

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1 Cor. iii. 21-23.

R. W. HAMILTON.

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Without the humblest wreath of fame,
Nor having gem nor gold;
Yet bright our honour, vast our store
What tongue can tell, or thought explore,

The charter we unfold ?
2 We claim the gifts the Saviour strews,
As royal largess, while His foes

In captive chains are led ;
The mind that can convince and teach,
The lip baptized with heavenly speech,

The zeal which wakes the dead.
3 And ours the world, its use and good,
Delivered from it by His blood,

Whom it nor loves nor knows;
And e'en this strange and bitter life,
Whose stream is chafed with endless strife,

Now calmly, brightly flows.

4 We claim thee, death, our richest gain,
Behold the unwinding scroll contain

Things present, things to come ;
What though we mingle with the clods,
Yet we are Christ's, and Christ is God's,

Then heaven must be our home.

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Eph. vi. 11. S. M. C. WESLEY.* 1 SOLDIERS of Christ, arise,

And put your armour on;
Strong in the strength which God supplies,

Through His eternal Son.
2 Strong in the Lord of Hosts,

And in His mighty power ;
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,

Is more than conqueror.
3 Put on, then, for the fight,

The armour of your God;
And, trusting in your Leader's might,

Pursue the path He trod.
4 Lord, grant that, all things done,

And all our conflicts past,
We may o'ercome through Thee alone,

And stand entire at last.

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Isaiah lxi. 10. L. M. ZINZENDORF.

Translated by J. WESLEY.
ESUS, Thy robe of righteousness

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'Midst flaming worlds, in this arrayed,

With joy shall I lift up my head.
2 When from the dust of death I rise,

To claim my mansion in the skies,
Even then shall this be all iny plea,
Jesus hath lived and died for me."

3 Bold shall I stand in that great day;

For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully, by Thee, absolved I am,

From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. 4 This spotless robe the same appears,

When ruined nature sinks in years ;
No age can change its lovely hue ;
Its glory is for ever new.
O let the dead now hear Thy voice :
Now bid Thy banished ones rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, the Lord our righteousness.

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Exodus xiv. 15. 7.7.7.7.8.8. NWARD let my children go,

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Though the path be through the sea,

Little flock, what's that to thee? Only trust His love unbounded,

Thou shalt never be confounded. 2 Art thou feeble, sorely tried ?

Art thou pressed on every side ?
Does it seem as if no power

Could relieve thee in this hour ?
Wherefore art thou thus disheartened ?

Is the arm that saves thee shortened ? 3 Dark and wide the sea appears,

Every soul is full of fears,
Yet the word is onward still !

Onward move, and do His will ;
And the great deep shall discover

God's highway to take thee over.
4 Stand thou still, and thou shalt see

Wonders wrought, and wrought for thee;
Safe thyself on yonder shore,

Thou shalt see thy foes no more:
And there tell the wondrous story
Of thy Saviour's might and glory.

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