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538 Let us put on the armour of light.

-Rom. 13, 12.
I THOW plenteous Source of light and

From whom allgrace proceeds,[love,
Chase from our souls the

gloom of night, And make us hate its deeds. 2 In armour clad of heavenly proof,

We will not fear or fly, But bravely,

through opposing hosts. Press onwards to the sky. 3 If long and doubtful seem the strife,

Our pains and trials sore, Such

are the ills of mortal life,

And such our Saviour bore.
4 Once, humbled from His lofty throne,

He dwelt in weakness here,
And His has been the struggling sigh,

And His the falling tear.
5 When time has run its destined course

And all our years are fled,
He comes, with monarch's pomp and

"To wake and judge the dead.
6 Then help us, Lord, while sinners' hearts

Shall sicken with dismay,
To lift our heads, and joyful hail

Redemption's perfect day.



Stedfast, unmoveable.-1 Cor. 15, 58.
FATHER, though storms on storms
Let not our faith forego her hold;
Deliver us from craven fear,
And make us stedfast, firm, and bold.
2 Out of our weakness make us strong,

Arm us as in the ancient days;
Loose in Thy cause each stammering

And perfect, e'en in us, Thy praise.
3 Come, Holy, Holy, Holy Lord;
O Father: Son, and Spirit come!
Be mindful of Thy changeless word,
And make the faithful soul Thy home.

4 If we can witness, Lord, for Thee,

Let us despise our fleeting breath;
Give us the opening heaven to see,
And make us faithful unto death.


L.M. 540 They that wait upon the Lord shall

renew their strength.-Isa. 40, 31. "A ,

Let every trembling thought be

gone; Awake, and run the heavenly race,

And put a cheerful courage on.
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 Thee, mighty God! whos matchless

Is ever new and ever young, [power And firm endures, while endless years

Their everlasting circles run.
4 From Thee, the overflowing Spring,

Our souls shall drink a fresh supply,
While such as trust their native

Shall faint away, and droop, and die.
5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,

We'll mount alott to Thine abode:
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.

C.M. 541 so run that ye may obtain—1 Cor.

9, 24. 1 A WAK Ey south stretch every nerve,

And press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,

And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around

Hold thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,

And onward urge thy way. 3 Tis God's all-animating voice

That calls thee from high ;
Tis His own hand presents the prize

To thine aspiring eye,

4 Blest Saviour, introduced by Thee,

Have I my race begun;
And, crowned with victory, at Thy feet

I'll lay my honours down.

P.M. 542 Lay hold on eternal life.—1 Tim

BREAST the wave, Christian,

When it is
Watch for day, Christian,
When the night's longest
Onward and onward still,
Urge thine endeavour :
The rest that remaineth

Shall be for ever.
2 Fight the fight, Christian,

Jesus is o'er thee;
Run the race, Christian,
Heaven is before thee;
He who hath promised
Faltereth never,
The love of Eternity

Flows on for ever.
3 Raise the eye, Christian,

Just as it closeth;
Lift the heart, Christian,
Ere it reposeth.
Thee from the

love of Christ
Nothing shall sever,
Mount when thy work is done,
Praise Him for ever.



543 Return, ye backsliding children.



, 22.
COW oft, alas! this wretched heart

Has wandered from the Lord:
How oft my roving thoughts depart
Forgetful of His word!

2 Yet sovereign mercy calls “Return;"

Dear Lord, and may I come? My vile ingratitude I mourn:

o take the wanderer home! 3 And canst Thou, wilt Thou yet forgive,

And bid my sins remove? And shall a pardoned rebel live

To speak Thy wondrous love? 4 Almighty grace, Thy healing power

How glorious, how divine! That can to life and bliss restore

So vile a heart as mine.
5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet,

Dear Saviour, I adore;
O keep me at Thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.

L.M. 544 I have sinned against the Lord.

2 Sam. 12, 13. 1 II

LEFT the God of truth and light;

I left the God who gave me breath, To wander in the wilds of night,

And perish in the snares of death.
2 Sweet was His service, and His yoke

Was light and easy to be borne;
Through all His bonds of love I broke,

I cast away His gifts with scorn. 3 Heart-broken, friendless, poor, cast

down, Where shall the chief of sinners fly, Almighty vengeance, from Thy frown?

Eternal justice, from Thine eye? 4 Lo, through the gloom of guilty fears,

My faith discerns a dawn of grace;
The Sun of Righteousness appears

In Jesus' reconciling face.
5 Prostrate before the mercy-seat,

I dare not, if I would despair;
None ever perished at Thy feet,
And I will lie for ever there. 545 The Lord turned and looked upon

Peter'.-Luke 22, 61. 1 JESUS! let Thy pitying eye

Call back a wandering sheep;

False to Thee, like Peter, I

Would fain, like Peter, weep;
Let me be by grace restored,
On me be all long-suffering shown;
Turn and look upon me, Lord!

And break this heart of stone.
2 Saviour Prince! enthroned above,

Repentance to impart,
Give me, through Thy dying love,

The humble contrite heart.
Give, what I have long implored,
A portion of Thy love unknown;
Turn and look upon me, Lord!

And break this heart of stone. 3 See me, Saviour! from above,

Nor suffer me to die;
Life, and happiness, and love,

Smile in Thy gracious eye:
Speak the reconciling word,
And let Thy mercy melt me down;
Turn and look upon me, Lord !

And break this heart of stone. 4 Look, as when Thy languid eye

Was closed that we might live; “Father," at the point to die

My Saviour prayed, "forgive!" Surely with that dying word, He turns, and looks, and cries, T'is done! O my loving, bleeding Lord,

This breaks this heart of stono!

7.4.7. 546 Lead me in Thy truth and teach

me.-Ps. 25. 5. 1 TO Whoodidst for Peter's faith

Kindly to pray Thou whose loving-kindness hath Kept me to the present day,

Kind Conductor,
Still direct my devious way.
2 When a tempting world in view

Gains upon my yielding heart
When its pleasures I pursue,
Then one look of pity dart;

Give me pleasures
Which the world can ne'er impart.

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