475. C. M. Beddome.

Holy zeal, and diligence. WHILE carnal men, with all their might How slow th' advances which I make,

With heaven itself in view! 2 Inspire my soul with holy zeal;

Great God, my love inflame; Religion, without zeal and love,

Is but an empty name.
3 To gain the top of Zion's hill,

May I with fervonir strive ;
And all those powers employ for thee,

Which I from thee derive!

476. C. M. Doddridge. Running the Christian race. Phil. iii. 12-14 A

WAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve,

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

And an immortal crown.
2 "Tis God's all animating voice

That calls thee from on high; "Tis his own hand presents the prize

To thine aspiring eye. 3 A cloud of witnesses around

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

And onward urge thy way.
4 Blest Saviour! introduc'd by thee,

Have we our race begun;
And, crown'd with victory, at thy feet

We lay our laurels down.

477. L. M. Walls.

The Christian warfare.
TAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears,

And gird the gospel armour on;
March to ihe gates of endless joy,

Where thy great Captain-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 his cross,

And sung the triumph when he rose. 3 Then let my soul march boldly on,

Press forward to the heavenly gate;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glittering robes for conquerors wait

478. L. M. Cowper. The tempted Christian's trust.

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Attend the followers of the Lamh, Who leave the world's deceitful shore,

And leave it to return no more.
2 Great God! the pilot's part perform,

And guide, and guard us through the storm,
Defend us from each threat'ning ill,
Control the waves, say—Peace! be still.'

479. C. M. Walts. The hope of Heuven, our support under trials. W

HEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage,

And heilish darts be hurl'd, Then I can smile at Satan's rage,

And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,

And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,

My God, iny heaven, my all.
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul,

In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.

my way.'

480. C. M. Ryland,

Hinder me not. Gen. xxiv. 56 IN

N all my Lord's appointed ways,

My journey I'll pursue: • Hinder me not,' ye much lov'd saints,

For I must go with you.
2 In vain the world and satan try,

My journey to delay;
• Hinder me not,' to both I cry,

• For God hath crown'd
3 Since Christ, my dear exalted Lord,

My soul to him hath wed,
Hinder me not,' nor friends nor foes,

I'll foliow him my Head. 4 Through floods and flames, if Jesus leai, I'll follow where he

goes ;
• Hinder me not,' shall be my cry,

Though earth and hell oppose.
5 Through duty, and through trials too,

I'll go at his command;
• Hinder me not,' for I am bound

To my Immanuel's land.
6 And when my Saviour calls me home,

Still this my cry shall be; •Hinder me not,' come welcome death,

I'll gla:lly go with thee.

481. C. M. Walls. Sight through a glass, and face to face., I

LOVE the windows of thy grace,

Through which my Lord is seen;
And long to meet my Saviour's face,

Without a glass between.
2 O that the happy hour were come

To change my faith to sight;
I shall behold my Lord at home

In a diviner light.
3 Huste, my Beloved, and remove

These interposing days;
Then shall my passions all be love,

And all my powers be praise.


482. C. M. Newton.
There the weary are at rest. Job iii. 17
OOK up, my soul, behold the prize

The Saviour's love provides ;
Eternal life beyond the skies

For all, whom here, he guides.
2 The wicked cease from troubling there,

The weary are at rest;
Sorrow, and sin, and pain, and care,

No more approach the blest.
3 A wicked world, a wicked heart,

With Satan now are join'd;
Each acts a too successful part

In harassing my mind.
4 But fighting in my Saviour's strength,

Though mighty are my foes,
I shall a conqueror be at length,

O'er all that can oppose.
5 Then why, my soul, complain or fear?

The crown of glory see!
The more I toil and suffer here,

The sweeter rest will be.

my feet,

483. L. M. W'alts. Enjoyment of Christ in worship WHEN I can say, 'My God is mine,

When I can feel his glories shine, I tread the world beneath

And all that earth calls good or great. 2 While such a scene of sacred joys,

Our raptur'd eyes and souls employs,
Here we could sit, and gaze away
A long, an everlasting day.

484. C. M. W. & B.

I am the way. John xix. 6.
ZION! when shall I survey

Thy blissful courts above,
Where saints enjoy eternal day,

And rest in holy love? 2 What rapturous zeal employs the tongues

Of disembodied saints!
Hark! how they sing in circling throngs,

Nor is there one that faints, 3 O glorious, consecrated way,

That leads to endless bliss !
When shall I end this mortal day,

And be where Jesus is ?

485. C. M. Wesley's Coll.

Rejoicing amid conflicts.

ND let this fecble body fail,

And let it saint or die,
My soul shall quit this mournful valo,

And soar to worlds on high.
2 Shall join the disembodied saints

And find its long-sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants

In the Redeerner's breast,

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