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C.M.
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

power,
"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.

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539

L.M.
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

tongue,
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.

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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

strength
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

12.
1
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.

THE CHRISTIAN LIFE:
DECLINE AND RECOVERY.

C.M.

543 Return, ye backsliding children.

1

HOW

, 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.

7.6.7.6.7.8.7.6. 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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