845 L. M. When I would do good, evil is present. Rom. 7:21.
In thee, O Lord, I put my trust, Thou art my portion and my song; Thy ways, with me, are always just, But mine, with thee, are often wrong.
2 I can not do the things I would, For sin is in my flesh concealed; So evil takes the place of good, And all my weakness stands revealed.
3 But thou, O Lord, canst make me clean, And give me strength to do the right; While on thy promises I lean, All darkness changes into light.
4 O give me grace the wrong to shun, The right to follow all my days, And when life’s victory is won, Then will I give thee all the praise.
846 L. M. We are more than conquerors. Rom. 8:37.
The Christian warrior, see him stand In the whole armor of his God; The Spirit’s sword is in his hand, His feet are with the gospel shod.
2 In panoply of truth complete, Salvation’s helmet on his head, With righteousness, a breastplate meet; And faith’s broad shield before him spread.
3 With this, omnipotence he moves; From this the alien armies flee; Till more than conqueror he proves, Through Christ, who gives him victory.
4 Thus, strong in his Redeemer’s strength, Sin, death, and hell he tramples down, Fights the good fight, and wins at length, Through mercy, an immortal crown.
847 L. M. Put on the whole armor of God. Eph. 6:11.
Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes; See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a numerous host; Awake, my soul, or thou art lost.
2 See where rebellious passions rage, And fierce desires and lust engage; The meanest foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands slain.
3 Thou treadest upon enchanted ground; Perils and snares beset thee round; Beware of all; guard every part; But most, the traitor in thy heart.
4 Come, then, my soul! now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal shield; Put on the armor from above, Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love.
848 L. M. Let us go forth without the camp. Heb. 13:13.
Silent, like men in solemn haste, Girded wayfarers of the waste, We press along the narrow road That leads to life, to bliss, to God.
2 We fling aside the weight and sin, Resolved the victory to win; We know the peril, but our eyes Rest on the splendor of the prize.
3 No idling now, no wasteful sleep; We trim our lamps, our vigils keep; No shrinking from the desperate fight, No thought of yielding or of flight;
4 No love of present gain nor ease, No seeking man nor self to please.— With the brave heart and steady eye, We onward march to victory.
5 Night is far spent, and morn is near— Morn of the cloudless and the clear; ’Tis but a little and we come To our reward, our crown, our home.
6 Another year—it may be less— And we have crossed the wilderness, Finished the toil, the rest begun, The battle fought, the triumph won.
849 L. M. A pillar of cloud by day, etc. Exodus 13:21.
When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her father’s God before her moved, An awful Guide, in smoke and flame.
2 By day, along th’ astonished lands The cloudy pillar glided slow; By night Arabia’s crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column’s glow.
3 Thus present still, though now unseen, O Lord, when shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray.
4 And O, when gathers on our path, In shade and storm, the frequent night, Be thou long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light.
850 L. M. Fight the good fight of faith. Tim. 6:12.
O Israel, to thy tents repair: Why thus secure on hostile ground? Thy King commands thee to beware For many foes thy camp surround.
2 The trumpet gives a martial strain: O Israel, gird thee for the fight! Arise, the combat to maintain, And put thine enemies to flight!
3 Thou shouldst not sleep, as others do; Awake; be vigilant; be brave! The coward, and the sluggard too, Must wear the fetters of the slave.
4 A nobler lot is cast for thee; A kingdom waits thee in the skies: With such a hope, shall Israel flee, Or yield, through weariness, the prize?
5 No! let a careless world repose And slumber on through life’s short day, While Israel to the conflict goes, And bears the glorious prize away!
851 L. M. Psalm 3d.
The tempter to my soul hath said— “There is no help in God for thee;” Lord! lift thou up thy servant’s head, My glory, shield, and solace be.
2 Thus to the Lord I raised my cry, He heard me from his holy hill; At his command the waves rolled by; He beckoned—and the winds were still.