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THE foe behind, the deep before,
Our hofts have dared and pafled the sea:
And Pharaoh's warriors ftrew the more,
And Israel's ransomed tribes are free.
Lift up, lift up your voices now!
The whole wide world rejoices now!
The Lord hath triumphed glorioufly!
The Lord fhall reign victorioufly!
Happy morrow,
Turning sorrow

Into peace and mirth!
Bondage ending,
Love descending

O'er the earth!
Seals afluring,
Guards securing,

Watch his earthly prfson:
Seals are mattered,
Guards are scattered,
Chrift hath risen!

No longer muft the mourners weep,
Nor call departed Chriftians dead;
For death is hallowed into fleep
And every grave becomes a bed.
Now once more
Eden's door

Open ftands to mortal eyes;
For Chrift hath risen, and men fhall rise:
Now at laft,
Old things part,
Hope and joy and peace begin:
For Chrift hath won, and man fhall win.

It is not exile, reft on high:

It is not sadness, peace from ftrife:
To fall afleep is not to die;

To dwell with Chrift is better life.
Where our banner leads us,

We may safely go:
Where our Chief precedes us,

We may face the foe.
His right arm is o'er us,

He will guide us through:
Chrift hath gone before us;
Chriftians! follow you!

J. M. Neale. 1851.

THUS saith God of His Anointed;
He fhall let my people go;
'T is the work for Him appointed,
'T is the work that He fhall do;
And my city
He fhall found, and build it too.

He whom man with scorn refuses,

Whom the favored nation hates,
He it is Jehovah chooses,

Him the higheft place awaits;
Kings and princes
Shall do homage at His gates.

He mall humble all the scorners,
He mall fill His foes with fhame;

He mall raise and comfort mourners
By the sweetness of His name;
To the captives

He mall liberty proclaim.

He mall gather those that wandered;

When they hear the trumpet's sound,
They mall join the sacred ftandard,
They mall come and flock around;
He mall save them,
They mall be with glory crowned.

Thomas Kelley. 1S09.

PRAYER BEFORE BATTLE.

FATHER, I call on thee,
Through the dun smoke and the clangor of battle,
The lightning and dread thunder's rattle;
War's great Dispenser, I call on thee.
Thou. Father, lead me.

Thou, Father, lead me;
Lead me to vidtory, or lead me to death.
Lord, in thy hand is my breath;

Lord, as thou willeft, so lead me.

God, I would know thee.

God, I would know thee;
When, like the autumn leaves driven together,
Hofts meet in war's thunder-weather,

Source of my faith, I would know thee.
Thou, Father, bless me.

Thou, Father, bless me.
Into thy hands would my freed spirit go;
Recall it, for thou didft beftow.

In life and in death do thou bless me.
Father, I praise thee.

Father, I praise thee.
This is the field for the fight of the Lord;
Guard we our faith with the sword.

In fall or in triumph, I praise thee.

God, I give all to thee.

God, I give all to thee.
When, on the battle-field, death sends me greeting,
When my warm life-blood is fleeting,

Take me, for thou haft redeemed me.
Father, I call on thee.

From the German of Korner. 1791 - 1813.

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He 'll help us clear from all the ill
That hath us now o'ertaken.
The ancient prince of Hell
Hath risen with purpose fell;
Strong mail of craft and power
He weareth in this hour:
On earth is not his fellow.

With force of arms we nothing can;

Full soon were we down-ridden,
But for us fights the proper man,
Whom God himself hath bidden.
Afk ye, who is this same?
Chrift Jesus is his name,
The Lord Zebaoth's Son:
He, and no other one,
Shall conquer in the battle.

And were this world all devils o'er
And watching to devour us,

We lay it not to heart so sore,
Not that they can overpower us.

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A trufty fhield and weapon;

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