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1 VOUR harps, ye trembling saints,
1 Down from the willows take; Loud to the praise of love divine,
Bid every string awake. Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home, And nearer to our house above
We every moment come. 2 Fastened within the veil,
Hope be your anchor strong, His loving Spirit the sweet gale
That wafts you smooth along; Or should the surges rise,
And peace delay to come, Blest is the sorrow, kind the storm,
That drives us nearer home.
3 Soon shall our doubts and fears
Subside at His control; His loving-kindness shall break through
The midnight of the soul:
At all events rely;
Shall train thee up to joy. 4 Tarry His leisure then,
Although He seem to stay;
Thy grief will overpay.
That stays himself on Thee; Who waits for Thy salvation, Lord, Shall Thy salvation see.
Augustus M. Toplady, 1772
in the strength of
Je - sus trusts Is
more than con-quer - or.
A - men.
That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
And stand entire at last.
1 SOLDIERS of Christ, arise,
And put your armor on,
Through His eternal Son;
And in His mighty power,
Is more than conqueror.
With all His strength endued, And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God;
3 Leave no unguarded place,
No weakness of the soul,
And fortify the whole.
Wrestle and fight and pray,
Charles Wesley, 1749, arr.
Who pa - tient bears his cross be- low, He
fol- lows in His train.
A - men.
3 A glorious band, the chosen few
On whom the Spirit came, Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
And mocked the cross and flame; They met the tyrant's brandished steel,
The lion's gory mane, They bowed their necks the death to feel:
Who follows in their train?
4 A noble army, men and boys,
The matron and the maid,
In robes of light arrayed;
Through peril, toil and pain:
Reginald Heber, 1783-1826
PRESBYTER C. M. D.
Copyright, 1895, by The Trustees of the Presbyterian Board of Publication and Sabbath-School Work 1 LIFT up your heads, ye gates of brass, 3 Though few and small and weak your bands, u Ye bars of iron, yield,
Strong in your Captain's strength And let the King of glory pass;
Go to the conquest of all lands; The cross is in the field:
All must be His at length: That banner, brighter than the star
Those spoils at His victorious feet
You shall rejoice to lay,
In His great judgment-day. 2 A holy war those servants wage;
4 O fear not, faint not, halt not now; Mysteriously at strife,
Quit you like men, be strong! The powers of heaven and hell engage To Christ shall all the nations bow, For more than death or life.
And sing with you this song: Ye armies of the living God,
"Uplifted are the gates of brass, His sacramental host,
The bars of iron yield; Where hallowed footsteps never trod
Behold the King of glory pass; Take your appointed post.
The cross hath won the field.”
James Montgomery, 1843, v: 4, line 3 alt.
BELIEVE not those
The upward path is smooth,
And faint before the truth.
2 It is the only road
Unto the realms of joy;
Must all his powers employ.
3 Arm, arm thee for the fight;
Cast useless loads away;
Toil through the hottest day.
4 To labor and to love,
To pardon and endure,
And keep thy conscience pure
5 Be this thy constant aim,
Thy hope, thy chief delight.
Or who should scorn or slight,
6 If but thy God approve,
And if, within thy breast,
Anne Brontë, 1850, v. 6, line 1 alt.