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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.

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DODDRIDGE.

The Christian Race.

1 AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And
press

with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,

And an immortal crown.
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.

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CowPER.

The Christian.

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;
Unfading is the crown he wears ;

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.

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DODDRIDGE. Having the Son, and having Life in him. 1 O HAPPY Christian, who can boast,

The Son of God is mine!”
Happy, though humbled in the dust,

Rich in this gift divine.
2 He lives the life of heaven below,

And shall forever live;
Eternal streams from Christ shall flow,

And endless vigor give.
3 That life we ask with bended knee,

Nor will the Lord deny;
Nor will celestial mercy see

Its humble suppliants die.

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Watts. The hidden Life of a Christian. 1 O HAPPY soul that lives on high,

While men lie groveling here !
His hopes are fixed above the sky,

And faith forbids his fear.
2 His conscience knows no secret stings,

While grace and joy combine
To form a life whose holy springs

Are hidden and divine.
3 He waits in secret on his God,

His God in secret sees;
Let earth be all in arms abroad,

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.
5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne

To raise his figure here,
Content and pleased to live unknown,

Till Christ, his Life, appear.
6 He looks to heaven's eternal hills,

To meet that glorious day; Dear Lord, how slow thy chariot wheels !

How long is thy delay !

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WATTS.

Christian Equity.

I COME, let us search our ways and try;

Have they been just and right?
Is the great rule of equity

Our practice and delight?
2 What we would have our neighbor do,

Have we still done the same,
And ne'er delayed to pay his due,

Nor injured his good name?
3 In vain we talk of Jesus' blood,

And boast his name in vain,
If we can slight the laws of God,

And prove unjust to men.

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WATTS.
The Blessings of the liberal Man. Ps. 112.

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.
2 His liberal favors he extends;
To some he gives, to others lends;

A generous pity fills his mind;
Yet what his charity impairs,
He saves by prudence in affairs;

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,
Like a green root, revives, and bears
A train of blessings for his heirs,

When dying nature sleeps in dust.
4 Beset with threatening dangers round,
Unmoved shall he maintain his ground;

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.

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