Strong in the strength which God supplies, Through his eternal Son;
Strong in the Lord of hosts,
And in his mighty power;
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,
Is more than conqueror.
2 Stand then, in his great might,
With all his strength endued;
And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God:
To keep your armour bright,
Attend with constant care,
Still walking in your Captain's sight,
And watching unto prayer.
3 From strength to strength go on,
Wrestle, and fight, and pray;
Tread all the powers of darkness down,
And win the well-fought day:
Still let the Spirit cry,
In all his soldiers, "Come!"
Till Christ the Saviour shall draw nigh, And take the conquerors home.
BE OF GOOD COURAGE.
Morning Light-Berne-Bonchurch.
1 Stand up! stand up for Jesus! Ye soldiers of the cross;
It doth no discontent in me,
Nor one hard thought awaken;
A grudging and repining heart
Would only aggravate the smart,
And draw down thy displeasure;
For what I give thee, give thou me
A larger share, my God, in thee,
And in thy heavenly treasure.
3 Thou tookest it; I know thou hast
Safe lodged with thee my treasure;
And therefore, though my tears flow fast,
I give it thee with pleasure.
"Tis better there than here to be,
And should I one day come to thee,
It will not then repent me,
That unto thee I gave the best
And dearest treasure I possessed;
Ah! no, it will content me.
4 I only ask for faith, while still
On this poor earth I linger,
To take alike the good and ill,
And see in all thy finger;
To bless thy name for all thou dost,
And put in thee my steadfast trust,
Whatever may befall me;
To cast on thee my daily care,
And every trial meekly bear,
To which thy will may call me.
5 Oh, let me, thou eternal God,
With this strong faith embrace thee, Nor wish for any other good,
As long as I possess thee.
Through all the changes of my life,
In weal and woe, in peace and strife,
In wealth and tribulation,
Thou shalt be all in all to me,
Till I awake, made like to thee,
In heavenly transformation.
Lexden (slurring notes 2, 3, and 4, 5.) Grantham, No. 566, "Comprehensive Tune Book."
1 Friend after friend departs:
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts,
That finds not here an end:
Were this frail world our final rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.
2 Beyond the flight of time,
Beyond this vale of death,
There surely is some blessed clime,
Where life is not a breath;
Nor life's affections transient fire,
Whose sparks fly upward and expire.
A LITTLE WHILE.
Waterbrook.
A few more years shall roll,
A few more seasons come
And we shall be with those that rest,
Asleep within the tomb.
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that great day;
O wash me in thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.
A few more suns shall set
O'er these dark hills of time;
And we shall be where suns are not,
A far serener clime.
Then, O my Lord, prepare, &c.
A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore;
And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more.
Then, O my Lord, prepare, &c.
A few more struggles here,
A few more partings o'er,
A few more toils, a few more tears,
And we shall weep no more.
Then, O my Lord, prepare, &c.
"Tis but a little while
And he shall come again,
4 The time draws nigh, when from the clouds
Christ shall with shouts descend,
And the last trumpet's awful voice
The heavens and earth shall rend.
5 Then they who live shall changed be,
And they who sleep shall wake;
The graves shall yield their ancient charge,
And earth's foundations shake.
6 The saints of God, from death set free,
With joy shall mount on high;
The heavenly host with praises loud
Shall meet them in the sky.
7 Together to their Father's house
With joyful hearts they go;
And dwell for ever with the Lord,
Beyond the reach of woe.
8 A few short years of evil past,
We reach the happy shore,
Where death-divided friends at last
Shall meet, to part no more.
THE TRUE RICHES.
Romberg-Plymouth-Silchester.
1 Lord, I delight in thee,
And on thy care depend; To thee in every trouble flee, My best, my only friend.
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