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"Put on tho whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil."—Eph. vi. II.

Gird thine armour around thee,

Thou saint of the Lord,
On thine arm bear the buckler,

Unsheath the good sword.
Though foes are surrounding

Thy path on each side,
In God's might abounding,

No harm shall betide.

Though Satan may meet thee

In dreadful array,
The sword of the Spirit

Shall chase him away.

The darts of the wicked,

May fly all around;
But quenched by thy shield,

They shall fall to the ground.

Then Christian, march forward,

"Be strong in the Lord," Thy glory is certain,

And sure thy reward.
Thy Saviour has triumphed,

And conquered thy foes,
And with Jesus for ever,

Thy soul shall repose.


"The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear 1 the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?—Psalm xxvii. 1.

Christian pilgrim, far away,
Where the wolf and panther stray,
O'er the pine-wood's trackless sod,—
Ne'er by human footstep trod.
Grieve not thus alone to be,
Christ is near to solace thee;
He was once a man of woe,
In this dreary world below;
Passed through danger and distress,
Fasted in the wilderness.
Proved the subtle tempter's power,
In that lonely, trying hour,

And his loving spirit feels,
For the gloom that o'er thee steals,
When no footstep save thine own,
Breaks the silence, and alone
Thou must pass the weary day,
And the long dark night away.
God the Father called thee,
In the Church of Christ to be;
Jesus left his throne on high,
Died for thee on Calvary.
Sealed thee by His Spirit's power,
For his own till that blest hour,
When His waiting saints shall rise,
Swift to meet Him in the skies.


"Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins, in his own blood,

And hath made us kings and priests unto God and His Father; to Him be glory and dominion for ever and ever, Amen."—Rev. i. 5, 6.

I Sing His praise who ransomed me,
And shed His blood to set me free:
He saved my soul from endless night,
And turned my darkness into light.

From Christ and Zion far away,
The roaring lion marked his prey:
I was an outcast, lost, undone,
But Jesus claimed His chosen one.

He fought my fight, and won the crown,
And for my life His own laid down;
He bore my sins upon the tree,
From death and hell He rescued me.

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