AMI a soldier of the cross, follower of the Lamb, And shall I fear to own his cause, 2. Must I be carried to the skies, On flowery beds of ease; 3. Are there no foes for me to face? Is this dark world a friend to grace, 4. Sure I must fight, if I would reign; 6. When that illustrious day shall rise, Sel. 199. SI [Ps. 96, P. 1. (Stanzas 4, 6 omitted.) 2. Say to the nations, Jesus reigns, 3. Let heaven proclaim the joyful day, 5. Behold He comes, He comes to bless Sel. 201. GOD [Ps. 39, P. 3. (Stanza 6 omitted.) YOD of my life, look gently down, But I am dumb before thy throne, 2. Diseases are thy servants, Lord, 3. Yet I may plead, with humble cries, 4. Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, Sel. 202. L' [H. 640. IFE is a span, a fleeting hour, How soon the vapor flies! Man is a tender, transient flower, That e'en in blooming dies. 2. Death spreads his withering, wintry And beauty smiles no more; [arms, Ah! where are now those rising charms, Which pleased our eyes before? 3. That once loved form, now cold and dead, Each mournful thought employs: We weep, our earthly comforts fled, And wither'd all our joys. 4. Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, 5. Cease, then, fond nature, cease thy The Saviour dwells on high: [tears, There everlasting spring appears, There joys shall never die. [H. 436. 3. 'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food, And we are clothed with love; (Stanza 1 in Music, 4 omitted.) 2. Night unto night his name repeats, The day renews the sound, Wide as the heaven on which He sits, To turn the seasons round. 3. 'Tis He supports my mortal frame; My tongue shall speak his praise; My sins would rouse his wrath to And yet his wrath delays. [flame, 5. How many wretched souls are fled Since the last setting sun! 6. Great God, let all my hours be thine, Sel. 209. [Ps. 73, P. 1. | 5. Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts; (Stanza 1 in Music, 5, 6 omitted.) 2. Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my 3. Were I in heaven without my God, 4. What if the springs of life were broke, And flesh and heart should faint, God is my soul's eternal rock, The strength of every saint. To thee let sinners fly, And take the bliss thy love imparts, And drink and never die. 3. Perpetual blessings from above, But O how few returns of love Has my Creator found! 4. What have I done for Him who died To save my wretched soul? How are my follies multiplied, Fast as my minutes roll! 5. Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, To thy dear cross I flee, And to thy grace my soul resign, 6. Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood, I'll lay me down to rest, As in the embraces of my God, Or on my Saviour's breast. |