Christ, the Royal Master,

Leads against the foe;
Forward into battle,

See His banners go!
Chorus-Onward, Christian soldiers,

Marching as to war,
Looking unto Jesus,
Who is



2 Like a mighty army,

Moves the Church of God,
Brothers, we are treading

Where the saints have trod.
We are not divided,

All one body we,
One in hope, in doctrine,

One in charity.
3 Crowns and thrones may perish,

Kingdoms rise and wane,
But the Church of Jesus

Constant will remain :
Gates of hell can never

'Gainst that Church prevail ;
We have Christ's own promise,

And that cannot fail.

4 Onward then, ye people,

Join our happy throng,
Blend with ours your voices

In the triumph song ;
“Glory, praise, and honour,

Unto Christ the King :
This through countless ages
Men and angels sing.


1165 And the Lord went before them in a pillar of

a cloud, to lead them the way.—Exod. 13. 21.
1 PRIGHTLY gleams our banner,

Pointing to the sky,
Waving wanderers onward

To their home on high.
Journeying o'er the desert,

Gladly thus we pray,
And with hearts united

Take our heavenward way.
Chorus—Brightly gleams our banner,

Pointing to the sky,
Waving wanderers onward

To their home on high.
2 Jesus, Lord and Master,

At Thy sacred feet,
Here with hearts rejoicing

See Thy children meet;
Often have we left Thee,

Often gone astray;
Keep us, mighty Saviour,

In the narrow way.
3 All our days direct us

In the way we go,
Lead us on victorious

Over every foe:
Bid Thine angels shield us

When the storm-clouds lower;
Pardon Thou and save us

In the last dread hour.
4 Then with saints and angels

May we join above,
Offering prayers and praises

At Thy throne of love.


When the march is over,

Then come rest and peace,
Jesus in His beauty,
Songs that never cease.

T. J. POTTER. 1862.

C.M. 1166

Be thou strong and courageous.—Josh. 1. 7. 1 H! it is hard to work for God,

To rise and take His part
Upon this battle-field of earth,

And not sometimes lose heart! 2 He hides Himself so wondrously,

As though there were no God;
He is least seen when all the powers

Of ill are most abroad.
3 Thrice blest is he to whom is given

The instinct that can tell,
That God is on the field when He

Is most invisible.
4 Workman of God! oh! lose not heart,

But learn what God is like;
And in the darkest battle-field

Thou shalt know where to strike.
5 For right is right, since God is God;

And right the day must win ;
To doubt

would be disloyalty,
To falter would be sin.

F. W. FABER. 1861. 1167
The Lord hear thee in the day of trouble.

Ps. 20. 1.

In the hour when dangers press,

Jacob's God be near thee!

IN the day of thy distress.

Send thee, from His holy place,

Timely aid or strengthening grace!
2 May thy prayers and offerings rise,

By thy God recorded !
Thine oblations reach the skies,

Graciously rewarded!
Granted be thy heart's request ;

All thy purposes be blest !
3 Thy success our hearts shall cheer,

We, with exultation,
In Jehovah's name will rear

Trophies of salvation.
Go beneath His guardian care,
And the Lord fulfil thy prayer!

J. CONDER. 1836,


1168 Come and let us return unto the Lord.

Hos. 6. 1.
YOME, let us to the Lord our God

With contrite hearts return;
Our God is gracious, nor will leave

The desolate to mourn.
2 His voice commands the tempest forth,

And stills the stormy waves ;
And though His arm be strong to smite,

'Tis also strong to save.
3 Long hath the night of sorrow reigned;

The dawn shall bring us light;
God shall appear, and we shall rise

With gladness in His sight.

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