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BELIEVE not those

ELIE

The upward path is smooth,
Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way

And faint before the truth.

2 It is the only road

Unto the realms of joy;
But he who seeks that blest abode

Must all his powers employ.

3 Arm, arm thee for the fight;

Cast useless loads away;
Watch through the darkest hours of night;

Toil through the hottest day.

4 To labor and to love,

To pardon and endure,
To lift thy heart to God above,

And keep thy conscience pure

5 Be this thy constant aim,

Thy hope, thy chief delight.
What matter who should whisper blame,

Or who should scorn or slight,

6 If but thy God approve,

And if, within thy breast,
Thou feel the comfort of His love,
The earnest of His rest!

Anne Brontë, 1850, v. 6, line 1 alt.

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MUCH in sorrow, oft in woe,

Onward, Christians, onward go! Fight the fight, though worn with strife, Strengthened with the bread of life.

2 Onward, Christian, onward go!

Join the war, and face the foe:
Faint not! much doth yet remain,
Dreary is the long campaign.

3 Shrink not, Christians! will ye yield ?

Will ye quit the painful field?
Will ye flee in danger's hour?
Know ye not your Captain's power?

4 Let your drooping hearts be glad;

March, in heavenly armor clad;
Fight, nor think the battle long,
Victory soon shall tune your song.

5 Let not sorrow dim your eye,

Soon shall every tear be dry,
Let not woe your course impede,
Great your strength, if great your need.

6 Onward then to battle move;

More than conquerors ye shall prove,
Though opposed by many a foe,
Christian soldiers, onward go!

Henry Kirk White, 1783-1806,
and Frances S. Fuller-Maitland, 1827, v. 1, lines 3 & 4 alt.

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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,

Each piece put on with prayer;
Where duty calls, or danger,

Be never wanting there.
4 Stand up, stand up for Jesus,

The strife will not be long;
This day the noise of battle,

The next the victor's song:
To him that overcometh

A crown of life shall be;
He with the King of glory
Shall reign eternally.

George Duffield, 1858

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