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"Onward, Christian Soldiers."

2 At the sign of triumph
Satan's host doth flee;
On then, Christian soldiers,
On to victory.
Hell's foundations quiver
At the shout of praise;
Brothers, lift your voices,
Loud your anthems raise.
Onward, &c.

3 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 and doctrine,
One in charity.

Onward, &c.

4 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.
Onward, &c.

5 Onward, then, ye people,
Join our happy throng,
Blend with ours your voices

In the triumph-song;
Glory, laud, and honor

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

Onward, &c.

Rev. Sabine Baring Gould. (1834-) 1865. ab

2 Hath God cast off forever?
Can time His truth impair?
His tender mercy, never
Shall I presume to share?
Hath He His loving-kindness
Shut up in endless wrath?
No; this is mine own blindness,
That cannot see His path.

3 I call to recollection

The years of His right hand;
And, strong in His protection,
Again through faith I stand:
Thy deeds, O Lord, are wonder,
Holy are all Thy ways;
The secret place of thunder,
Shall utter forth Thy praise.
Thee, with the tribes assembled,
O God, the billows saw;
They saw Thee and they trembled,
Turned, and stood still with awe;
Through the wild sea Thou leddest
Thy chosen flock of yore:
Still on the waves Thou treadest,
And Thy redeemed pass o'er.
James Montgomery. (1771-1854.) 1822. ab.

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Christ keeps us.

I O LAMB of God, still keep me
Near to Thy wounded side;

'Tis only there in safety

And peace I can abide.

What foes and snares surround me,
What doubts and fears within!
The grace that sought and found me,
Alone can keep me clean.

2 'Tis only in Thee hiding,
I know my life secure;
Only in Thee abiding,

The conflict can endure:
Thine arm the victory gaineth
O'er every hateful foe;
Thy love my heart sustaineth
In all its care and woe.

3 Soon shall my eyes behold Thee
With rapture face to face;
One half hath not been told me

Of all Thy power and grace;
Thy beauty, Lord, and glory,
The wonders of Thy love,
Shall be the endless story
Of all Thy saints above.

James George Deck. 1857.

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"Stand up, stand up for Jesus!"

2 Stand up, stand

up

for Jesus, The trumpet call obey; Forth to the mighty conflict,

In this His glorious day:

"Ye that are men, now serve Him"
Against unnumbered foes;
Let courage rise with danger,
And strength to strength oppose.

3 Stand up, stand up for Jesus,

Stand in His strength alone;
The arm of flesh will fail you,

Ye dare not trust your own:
Put on the gospel armor,

Each piece put on with prayer;
Where duty calls, or danger,

Be never wanting there.

4 Stand up, stand up for Jesus,
The strife will not be long;
This day the noise of battle,
The next the victor's song:

Shall all thy foes subdue.
His love foretells thy trials,
He knows thine hourly need;
He can, with bread of heaven,
Thy fainting spirit feed.

2 Go forward, Christian soldier,
Fear not the secret foe;
Far more are o'er thee watching
Than human eyes can know.
Trust only Christ, thy Captain,
Cease not to watch and pray;
Heed not the treach'rous voices,
That lure thy soul astray.

3 Go forward, Christian soldier,
Nor dream of peaceful rest,
Till Satan's host is vanquished
And heaven is all possest;
Till Christ Himself shall call thee
To lay thine armor by,
And wear, in endless glory,
The crown of victory.

4 Go forward, Christian soldier,

Fear not the gathering night;
The Lord has been thy shelter,

The Lord will be thy light;
When morn His face revealeth,

Thy dangers all are past;
O pray that faith and virtue
May keep thee to the last.

Rev. Laurence Tuttiett. (1825-) 8

2 Faint not Christian, though in rage
Satan would thy soul engage;
Gird on faith's anointed shield,
Bear it to the battle-field.

3 Faint not, Christian, though the world
Has its hostile flag unfurled;
Hold the cross of Jesus fast,
Thou shalt overcome at last.

Faint not, Christian, though within
There's a heart so prone to sin;
Christ, the Lord, is over all,
He'll not suffer thee to fall.

5 Faint not, Christian, Jesus near
Soon in glory will appear;
And His love will then bestow
Power to conquer every foe.

6 Faint not, Christian, look on high;
See the harpers in the sky:
Patient, wait, and thou wilt join
Chant with them of love divine.

Rev. James Harrington Evans. (1785-1840.) 1833

2 In the way a thousand snares
Lie, to take us unawares;
Satan. with malicious art,
Watches each unguarded part:
But, from Satan's malice free,
Saints shall soon victorious be;
Soon the joyful news will come,
"Child, your Father calls, come home!"

3 But of all the foes we meet,
None so oft mislead our feet,
None betray us into sin
Like the foes that dwell within;
Yet let nothing spoil our peace,
Christ shall also conquer these;
Soon the joyful news will come,
"Child, your Father calls, come home!"
Rev. Joseph Swain. (1761-1796.) 1792.

CHRISTMAS. C. M.

George Frederick Handel. (1685-1759.)

2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

3 'Tis God's all-animating voice

That calls thee from on high;
'Tis His own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye :—

4 That prize with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems
Shall blend in common dust.

5 Blest Saviour, introduced by Thee,
Have I my race begun;

And crowned with victory, at Thy feet
I'll lay my honors down.

1 OUR journey is a thorny maze,
But we march upward still,
Forget these troubles of the ways,
And reach at Zion's hill.

2 See the kind angels, at the gates,
Inviting us to come!

There Jesus, the Forerunner, waits

To welcome travellers home.

3 There, on a green and flowery mount,
Our weary souls shall sit,
And, with transporting joys, recount
The labors of our feet.

4 Eternal glories to the King,

Who brought us safely through,

Our tongues shall never cease to sing, And endless praise renew.

Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1709. at