Arm to battle; lag no longer,
Hark! the silver trumpets sound.
Wake, ye sleepers! wake, what mean you?
Sin besets you round about,
Up and search, the world's within you,
Slay, or chase the traitor out.
2 What enchants you, sloth or pleasure?
Pluck right eyes, with right hands part!
Ask your conscience, where's your trea-
For be certain there's your heart. [sure?
Give the fawuing foe no credit;
See the bloody flag unfurl'd;
That base heart, the truth hath said it,
Loves not God, that loves the world.
3 God and mammon! O be wiser,
Serve them both! it cannot be;
Ease in warfare, saint and miser,
These can never well agree.
Shun the shame of basely falling,
Cumber'd captives clogg'd with clay,
Prove your faith: make sure your calling,
Wield the sword, and win the day.
4 Onward press towards perfection,
Watch and pray, and all things prove;
Seek to know your own election,
Set your heart on things above.
Shun backsliding, scorn dissembling,
Lo! salvation's near in view;
Work it out with fear and trembling;
"Tis your God that works in you.
Full of grace and truth. John i. 14.
JESUS, full of grace,
To thee I make my moan,
Let me again behold thy face,
Call home thy banish'd one.
2 Again my pardon seal,
Again my soul restore,
And freely my backslidings heal,
And bid the sin no more.
3 Wilt thou not bid me rise;
Speak, and my soul shall live;
Forgive, my gasping spirit cries,
Abandantly forgive.
4 For thine own mercy's sake,
Relieve my wretchedness,
And O, my pardon give me back,
And give me back my peace.
5 Again thy love reveal,
Restore that inward heaven:
O grant me once again to feel,
Through faith my sins forgiven.
6 Thy utmost mercy show,
Šay to my drooping soul,
In peace and fuli assurance go,
Thy faith hath made thee whole.
FOR PREACHERS OF THE GOSPEL.
into all the world, and preach the Gospeť to every creature. Mark xvi. 15.
Wo is unto me if I preach not the Gospel. 1 Cor. ix. 16.
Hymn 199. L. M.
For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ÷ For it is the power of God unto salvation.
HALL 1 for fear of feeble man,
The Spirit's course in me restrain?
Or undistuay'd in deed and word,
Be a true witness of my Lord?
2 Aw'd by a mortal's (rown, shall I
Conceal the word of God Most High?
How then before thee shall I dare
To stand, or how thine anger bear?
3 Shall I, to soothe th' unholy throng,
Soften thy truth and smooth my tongue,
To gain earth's gilded toys, or flee
The cross endur'd, my Lord, by thee?
4 What then is be whose scorn I dread?
Whose wrath or hate makes me afraid?
A man! an heir of death! a slave
To sin! a bubble on the wave!
5 Yea let men rage, since thou wilt spread
Thy shadowing wings around my head;
Since in all pain thy tender love
Will still my sure refreshment prove.
Hymn 200. L. M.
For the love of Christ constraineth us.
2 Cor. v. 14.
AVIOUR of men, thy searching eye
Doth all my inmost thoughts descry;
Doth aught on earth my wishes raise,
Or the world's pleasures, or its praise?
2 The love of Christ doth me constrain
To seek the wand'ring sons of men;
With cries, entreaties, tears, to save,
To snatch them from the gaping grave.
3 For this let men revile my name,
No cross I shun, I fear no shame;
All hail, reproach; and welcome, pain ;
Only thy terrors, Lord, restrain.
4 My life, my blood, I here resent,
If for thy truth they may be spent,
Fulfil thy sov'reign counsel, Lord!
Thy will be done, thy name ador'd.
5 Give me thy strength, O God of power;
Then let winds blow, or thunders roar,
Thy faithful witness will I be:
'Tis fixt: I can do all through thee!
Hymn 201. L. M.
Thy throne, O God, is for over and ever; a sceptre of righteousness is the sceptre of thy kingdom. Heb. i. S.
HE Lord is King, and earth submits;
Howe'er impatient, to his sway;
Between the Cherubim he sits,
And makes his restless foes obey.
2 All power is to our Jesus given;
O'er earth's rebellious sons he reigns; He mildly rules the hosts of heaven,
And holds the powers of hell in chains. 3 Come, glorious Lord, the rebels spurn, Scatter thy foes, victorious King; And all the foes of God shall mourn, And all the sons of God shall sing: 4 Shall magnify the sov'reign grace
Of him that sits upon the throne;
And earth and heaven conspire to praise
Jehovah and his conqu'ring Son.
Hymn 202. P. M.
If any man walk in the day, he stumbleth not, beeause he seeth the light of this world. John xi. 9.
ARE there not in the lab'rer's day?
Twelve hours, in which he safely may
His calling's work pursue?
Though sin and Satan still are near,
Nor sin nor Satan can I fear,
With Jesus in my view.
2 Light of the world, thy beams I bless
On thee, bright Sun of righteousness,
My faith hath fixt its eye:
Guided by thee, through all I go,
Nor fear the ruin spread below,
For thou art always nigh.
3 Ten thousand soares my path beset,
Yet will I, Lord, the work complete,
Which thou to me hast givan;
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