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3 Then shall Israel, long dispersed,
Mourning seek the Lord their God, Look on Him whom once they piercèd.
Own and kiss the chastening rod. 4 Mighty King, Thine arm revealing,
Now Thy glorious cause maintain; Bring the nations help and healing,
Make them subject to Thy reign.
Soldiers of the holy war,
Rise, the foe is at the gates.
Fight! the battle must be won ;
Wave its blazing folds on high.
Round its glory gather ye:
What is earthly gain or loss ?
Closes now in deadly strife;
King and Captain, mighty Lord.
King of kings, Thy name we own;
Not a stroke descends in vain;
On this ancient battle-field.
With the war-sweat on our brow,
March we, as the host of God.
Royal is our battle-field,
DEBTOR to mercy alone, 305 A Of covenant mercy I sing; P. M. Nor fear, with Thy righteousness on,
My person and offering to bring.
With me can have nothing to do;
Hide all my transgressions from view. 3 The work which His goodness began,
The arm of His strength will complete ;
And never was forfeited yet.
Not all things below nor above,
Or sever my soul from His love.
Eternity will not erase ;
In marks of indelible grace.
As sure as the earnest is given;
The glorified spirits in heaven.
MIND at perfect peace with God;
O what a word is this :
This, this indeed is peace.
5 Thou on my head in early youth didst
smile, And though rebellious and perverse mean
while, Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee : On to the close, O Lord, abide with me. 6 I need Thy presence every passing hour: What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's
power? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with
✓ I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless ;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness:
eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to
the skies : Heaven's morning breaks, and earth’s vain
shadows flee; In life and death, O Lord, abide with me.
ALL praise to Thee, my God, this night,
A For all the blessings of the light; L. M. Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thine own almighty wings.
The ill that I this day have done;
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
The grave as little as my bed ;