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2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course;
But hell and sin are vanquished foes; Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross,
And sung the triumph when he rose. 3 Then let my soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heavenly gate ; There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 4 There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace, While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader's praise.
The Christian Race.
1 AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve,
with vigor on;
And an immortal crown.
Hold thee in full survey;
And onward urge thy way.
That calls thee from on high ;
To thine aspiring eye-
Which shall new lustre boast,
Shall blend in common dust.
1 HONOR and happiness unite
To make the Christian's name a praise; How fair the scene, how clear the light,
That fills the remnant of his days ! 2 A kingly character he bears;
No change his priestly office knows;
His joys can never reach a close. 3 Adorned with glory from on high,
Salvation shines upon his face ; His robe is of the ethereal dye;
His steps are dignity and grace. 4 Inferior honors he disdains,
Nor stoops to take applause from earth; The King of kings himself maintains
The expenses of his heavenly birth. 5 The noblest creature seen below,
Ordained to fill a throne above, God gives him all he can bestow
His kingdom of eternal love. 6 My soul is ravished at the thought ;
Methinks from earth I see him rise ; Angels congratulate his lot,
And shout him welcome to the skies.
DODDRIDGE. Having the Son, and having Life in him. 1 O HAPPY Christian, who can boast,
The Son of God is mine!”
Rich in this gift divine.
And shall forever live;
And endless vigor give.
Nor will the Lord deny;
Its humble suppliants die.
Watts. The hidden Life of a Christian. 1 O HAPPY soul that lives on high,
While men lie groveling here !
And faith forbids his fear.
While grace and joy combine
Are hidden and divine.
His God in secret sees;
He dwells in heavenly peace.
4 His pleasures rise from things unseen,
Beyond this world and time, Where neither eyes nor ears have been,
Nor thoughts of mortals climb.
To raise his figure here,
Till Christ, his Life, appear.
To meet that glorious day; Dear Lord, how slow thy chariot wheels !
How long is thy delay !
I COME, let us search our ways and try;
Have they been just and right?
Our practice and delight?
Have we still done the same,
Nor injured his good name?
And boast his name in vain,
And prove unjust to men.
1 THAT man is blessed who stands in awe Of God, and loves his sacred law;
His seed on earth shall be renowned ; His house the seat of wealth shall be, An inexhausted treasury,
And with successive honors crowned.
A generous pity fills his mind;
And thus he's just to all mankind. 3 His hands, while they his alms bestowed, His glory's future harvest sowed ;
The sweet remembrance of the just,
When dying nature sleeps in dust.
His conscience holds his courage up; The soul that's filled with virtue's light, Shines brightest in affliction's night,
And sees in darkness beams of hope.