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566. The Believer encouraged in his conflict with sin and Satan. L.M.

Be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might.Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the Devil.-EPH. vi. 10, 11.

STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel-armour on; March to the gates of endless joy, Where thy greatCaptain Saviour's gone. 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course, But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes; Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross, And show'd his triumph when he rose. 3 What tho' the prince of darkness rage, And waste the fury of his spite; Eternal chains confine him down To fiery deeps, and endless night. 4 What tho' thine inward lusts rebel, 'Tis but a struggling gasp for life; The weapons of victorious grace Shall slay thy sins, and end thy strife.

5 Then let my soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heavenly gate;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glitt❜ring robes for conq'rors wait.

6 There shall I wear a starry crown, And triumph in Almighty Grace; While all the armies of the skies Join in my glorious Leader's praise!

567. Death welcome in the prospect of heaven. C.M.

And there shall be no night there.-REV. xxii. 5.
THERE is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never with'ring flowers:
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav'nly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dress'd in living green;
So Canaan once to Israel stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink,
To cross the narrow sea;
And linger shiv'ring on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 0! could we make our doubts remove, (Those gloomy doubts that rise), And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes!

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold


Should fright us from the shore.

568. Communion desired. L.M.

"Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions.-SONG OF SOL. i, 7.

THOU whom my soul admires above All earthly joy, and earthly love, Say, my beloved, let me know Where do thy sweetest pastures grow. 2 Where is the shadow of that rock, That from the sun defends thy flock? Fain would I feed among thy sheep, Among them rest, among them sleep. 3 Why should thy bride appear like one That turns aside to paths unknown? My constant feet would never rove, Would never seek another love.

4 The footsteps of thy flock I see,

Thy sweetest pastures here they be:
A wondrous feast thy love prepares,
Bought with thy wounds, and groans,

and tears.

5 His flesh he makes my heav'nly food,
And bids me drink his richest blood;
Here to these hills my soul would come,
Till my
Beloved leads me home.

569. The Believer's portion and joy. C.M.

Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, and afterward receive me to glory. Whom have I in heaven but thee? and there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee. My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever, &c. PSALM lxxiii. 24, 28.

THY counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet

Through this dark wilderness; Thine hand conduct me near thy seat, To dwell before thy face.

2 Were I in heaven without my God,
"Twould be no joy to me:
And while this earth is my abode,
I long for none but thee.

3 To thee, O Lord, mine eyes will look,
When flesh and heart shall faint:
Thou art my soul's eternal rock,
The strength of every saint.

4 Behold, the sinners that remove
Far from thy presence die;
Not all the idol-gods they love
Can save them when they cry.

5 But to draw near to thee my God, Shall be my sweet employ; My tongue shall sound thy works


And tell the world my joy.

570. The Believer's views and knowledge imperfect in this life. C.M.

Now we see through a glass darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall 1 know, even as also I am known.-1 COR. xiii. 12.

O God! is in the sea,


Thy paths I cannot trace;
Nor comprehend the mystery
Of thy unbounded grace.

2 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense
My captive soul surround,
Mysterious deeps of providence
My wondering thoughts confound.

3 When I behold thine awful hand
My earthly hopes destroy;-
In deep astonishment I stand,
And ask the reason, why?

4 As thro' a glass, I dimly see
The wonders of thy love;
How little do I know of thee,
Or of the joys above!

5 'Tis but in part I know thy will;
I bless thee for the sight:-
When will thy love the rest reveal
In glory's clearer light?

6 With rapture shall I then survey
Thy providence and grace;
And spend an everlasting day
In wonder, love, and praise.

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