3 See on the mountain top The standard of your God; In Jesus’ name ’tis lifted up, All stained with hallowed blood.
4 His standard-bearers, now To all the nations call: To Jesus’ cross, ye nations bow; He bore the cross for all.
5 Go up with Christ your Head; Your Captain’s footsteps see; Follow your Captain, and be led To certain victory.
6 All power to him is given; He ever reigns the same; Salvation, happiness, and heaven, Are all in Jesus’ name.
879 S. M. Be strong in the Lord. Eph. 6:10.
Soldiers of Christ, arise! And put your armor on, Strong in the strength which God supplies Through his belovéd Son.
2 Strong in the Lord of Hosts, And in his mighty power; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Is more than conqueror.
3 Stand, then, in his great might, With all his strength endued; But take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God.
4 Leave no unguarded place, No weakness of the soul; Take every virtue, every grace, And fortify the whole.
5 That having all things done, And all your conflicts past, You may o’ercome through Christ alone, And stand entire at last.
880 S. M. Therefore will not we fear. Psalm 46:2.
Give to the winds thy fears, Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head.
2 Through waves, through clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way; Wait thou his time; so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.
3 Still heavy is thy heart! Still sink thy spirits down! Cast off the weight, let fear depart, Bid every care be gone.
4 Far, far above thy thought His counsel shall appear, When fully he the work hath wrought, That caused thy needless fear.
5 What, though thou rulest not! Yet heaven, and earth, and hell Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, And ruleth all things well!
881 S. M. Reaching forth. Phil. 3:13.
My soul, it is thy God Who calls thee by his grace; Now loose thee from each cumbering load, And bend thee to the race.
2 Make thy salvation sure; All sloth and slumber shun; Nor dare a moment rest secure, Till thou the goal hast won.
3 Thy crown of life hold fast; Thy heart with courage stay; Nor let one trembling glance be cast Along the backward way.
4 Thy path ascends the skies, With conquering footsteps bright; And thou shalt win and wear the prize In everlasting light.
882 7s. If we confess our sins. 1 John 1:9.
God of mercy! God of love! Hear our sad, repentant songs; Listen to thy suppliant ones, Thou, to whom all grace belongs!
2 Deep regret for follies past, Talents wasted, time misspent; Hearts debased by worldly cares, Thankless for the blessings lent;
3 Foolish fears and fond desires, Vain regrets for things as vain; Lips too seldom taught to praise, Oft to murmur and complain;
4 These, and every secret fault, Filled with grief and shame we own; Humbled at thy feet we bow, Seeking strength from thee alone.
5 God of mercy! God of love! Hear our sad repentant songs; O, restore thy suppliant ones, Thou to whom all grace belongs!
883 7s. That they go forward. Ex. 14:15.
Oft in sorrow, oft in woe, Onward, Christian, onward go; Fight the fight, maintain the strife, Strengthened with the bread of life.
2 Onward, Christian, onward go; Join the war, and face the foe; Will you flee in danger’s hour? Know you not your Captain’s power?
3 Let your drooping heart be glad; March, in heavenly armor clad; Fight, nor think the battle long; Soon shall victory tune your song.
4 Let not sorrow dim your eye; Soon shall every tear be dry: Let not fears your course impede; Great your strength, if great your need.
5 Onward, then, to battle move; More than conqueror you shall prove; Though opposed by many a foe, Christian soldier, onward go.
884 7s. Let us not sleep, as do others. 1 Thess. 5:6.
Sleep not, soldier of the cross! Foes are lurking all around; Look not here to find repose; This is but thy battle-ground;
2 Up! and take thy shield and sword; Up! it is the call of heaven: Shrink not faithless from the Lord: Nobly strive as he hath striven.
3 Break through all the force of ill; Tread the might of passion down— Struggling onward, onward still, To the conquering Saviour’s crown!
4 Through the midst of toil and pain, Let this thought ne’er leave thy breast: Every triumph thou dost gain Makes more sweet thy coming rest.
885 8s & 7s. Forgetting the things that are behind. Phil. 3:13.
Onward, Christian, though the region Where thou art be drear and lone, God hath set a guardian legion Very near thee—press thou on!