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Not the dark prison, or the sword,
The shackle, or the weary chain.

3 But from our spirits there must flow

A love that will the wrong outweigh;
Our lips must only blessings know,

And wrath and sin shall die away. 4 ’T was heaven that formed the holy plan

To win the wanderer back by love;
Thus let us save our brother, man,
And imitate our God above.

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1 So let our lips and lives express

The holy Gospel we profess,
So let our works and virtues shine,

To prove the doctrine all divine.
2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad

The honors of our Saviour, God,
When the salvation reigns within,
And grace subdues the power of sin.

3

Our flesh and sense must be denied,
Passion and envy, lust and pride,
While justice, temperance, truth, and love
Our inward piety approve.
Religion bears our spirits up,
While we expect that blessed hope, -
The bright appearance of the Lord,
And faith stands leaning on his word.

7 & 6s. M. 449. COWPER.

Joy and Peace in believing. i SOMETIMES a light surprises

The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord, who rises

With healing on his wings : When comforts are declining,

He grants the soul again A season of clear shining,

To cheer it after rain.

2 In holy contemplation,

We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,

And find it ever new ;
Set free from present sorrow,

We cheerfully can say, 66 E'en let the unknown to-morrow

Bring with it what it may!

3

“ It can bring with it nothing

But he will bear us through;
Who gives the lilies clothing

Will clothe his people too;
Beneath the spreading heavens

No creature but is fed,
And he who feeds the ravens

Will give his children bread.

4 " Though vine nor fig-tree neither

Their wonted fruit shall bear, Though all the field should wither,

Nor flocks nor herds be there,

Yet, God the same abiding,

His praise shall tune my voice; For while in him confiding,

I cannot but rejoice.

C. M.
450.

WATTS.
Christian Courage and Self-denial.
1 Am I a soldier of the cross,

A follower of the Lamb ?
And shall I fear to own his cause,

Or blush to speak his name? 2 Must I be carried to the skies

On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize,

And sailed through bloody seas? 3 Are there no foes for me to face ?

Must I not stem the flood ?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,

To help me on to God?
4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign;

Increase my courage, Lord !
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,

Supported by thy word.
5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,

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

And soon with Christ shall reign.

316

C. M.

451.

GISBORNE.

The Christian's Life and his Hope.

1 A SOLDIER'S course from battles won

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

Behold the Christian's life!

e let us seek our heavenly home,

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

Where soldiers war no more;

• Where grief shall never wound, nor death,

Beneath the Saviour's reign; Nor sin with pestilential breath

His hoy realm profane; — 4 The land where, suns and moons unknown,

And night's alternate sway,
Jehovah's ever-burning throne

Upholds unbroken day;

5 Where they who meet shall never part;

Where grace achieves its plan;
And God, uniting every heart,

Dwells face to face with man.

L. M.

452.

MONTGOMERY.

The Christian Soldier.

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 spread. . 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.

L. M.

453.

J. Scott.

Toleration.

1 ALL-SEEING God! 't is thine to know

The springs whence wrong opinions flow;
To judge from principles within,
When frailty errs, and when we sin.
Who

among men, great Lord of all,
Thy servant to his bar shall call ?
Judge him, for modes of faith, thy foe,
And doom him to the realms of woe?

2

3 Who with another's eye can read ?

Or worship by another's creed?
Trusting thy grace, we form our own,

And bow to thy commands alone. 4 If wrong, correct; accept, if right;

While faithful, we improve our light,
Condemning none, but zealous still
To learn and follow all thy will.

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