1. My feet are worn and weary with the march O'er the rough road and up the steep hill-side, 2 My garments, travel-worn and stained with dust, Oft rent by briers and thorns that crowd my way, 3 My heart is weary of its own deep sin: Sinning, repenting, sinning still again; 5 Love thou the path of sorrow that He trod; O City of our God, we soon shall see Mrs. Sarah Roberts Boyle (1812-1869), 1853. ST. EDMUND. 6. 4. 6.4, 6. 6. 6.4. ARTHUR SULLIVAN (1842 ), 1872. 1. I'm but a stranger here, Heav'n is my home; Earth is a desert drear, Heav'n is my home; Danger and sorrow stand Round me on ev'ry hand; Heav'n is my fatherland, Heav'n is my home. 313 I shall for ever die. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788), 1762. "Weigh not thy Life." 1 My soul, weigh not thy life Against thy heavenly crown, Nor suffer Satan's deadliest strife To beat thy courage down. 2 With prayer and crying strong, Maintain the fearful fight, And let the breaking day prolong The wrestling of the night. 3 The battle soon will yield, If thou thy part fulfil; For strong as is the hostile shield, 4 Thine armor is divine, Thy feet with victory shod; And on thy head shall quickly shine 4 Then on, ye pure in heart; Rejoice, give thanks, and sing; Your festal banner wave on high, The cross of Christ your King. Rev. Edward Hayes Plumptre (1821315 Cross and Crown. 1 0 WHAT, if we are Christ's, Is earthly shame or loss? 131 ), . Ab. 1 HEIRS of unending life, While yet we sojourn here, With might before unknown; 3 Assisted by His grace, We still pursue our way; 4 'Tis He that works to will, "Tis He that works to do; His is the power by which we act, |Rev. Benjamin Beddome (1717—1795), Ab. and alt. Rev. RALPH HARRISON (1748-1810), 1786. [], WEBB. 7.6. D. GEORGE JAMES WEBB (1803-1887), 1830. 1. Go forward, Christian soldier, Beneath His banner true: The Lord himself, thy Leader, D.S.-He can, with bread of Heaven, 1. Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Ye soldiers of the cross; Lift high His royal 1. Am I a sol-dier of the cross, A foll'wer of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own His cause, Or blush to speak His Name? Or blush to speak His Name? 319 "Quit you like Men." 1 Cor. xvi. 13. 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas? 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vile world a friend to grace, 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; 320 Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), 1720. Ab. Pressing on. Phil. iii. 12-14. 1 AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on: A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 2 A cloud of witnesses around 3 "Tis God's all-animating voice 4 That prize with peerless glories bright, Which shall new lustre boast, When victor's wreaths and monarch's gems Shall blend in common dust. 5 Blest Saviour, introduced by Thee, And crowned with victory, at Thy feet Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702-1751), 1755. |