2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease,

I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by Thy word.

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;

476 PALMER C. M.

Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
With faith's discerning eye.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all Thine armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine.

Rev. Isaac Watts, 1724

2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base, So false as mine has been;

So faithless to its promises,
So prone to every sin.

3 How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel These struggles in my breast?

When wilt Thou bow my stubborn will
And give my conscience rest?

4 Break, sovereign grace, O break the
And set the captive free; [charm,
Reveal, almighty God, Thine arm,
And haste to rescue me.

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2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint; But they forget the mighty God,

Who feeds the strength of every saint. 3 The mighty God, whose matchless Is ever new and ever young, [power And firm endures, while endless years Their everlasting circles run.

on.

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!

481

2 If I love, why am I thus?

Why this dull and lifeless frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse,

Who have never heard His name. 3 Could my heart so hard remain, Prayer a task and burden prove, Every trifle give me pain,

If I knew a Saviour's love? 4 When I turn my eyes within,

All is dark, and vain, and wild;
Filled with unbelief and sin,
Can I deem myself a child?

482 BRADFIELD C. M.

Could I joy His saints to meet,
Choose the ways I once abhorred,
Find at times the promise sweet,

If I did not love the Lord?
6 Lord, decide the doubtful case,
Thou who art Thy people's Sun:
Shine upon Thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.

7 Let me love Thee more and more,
If I love at all, I pray;
If I have not loved before,
Help me to begin to-day.

Rev. John Newton, 1779, ab.

J. Baptiste Calkin, 1872

2 There is a battle to be fought, An upward race to run,

A crown of glory to be sought,
A victory to be won.

3 0! faint not, Christian, for thy sighs Are heard before His throne;

The race must come before the prize,
The cross before the crown.