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Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Soldiers of Christ, arise,
And put your armor on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies
Through His Eternal Son.
Verse 2
Strong in the Lord of hosts,
And in His mighty power,
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts
Is more than conqueror.
Verse 3
Stand then in His great might,
With all His strength endued;
But take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God:
Verse 4
That, having all things done,
And all your conflicts passed,
Ye may o’ercome through Christ alone,
And stand entire at last.
Verse 5
From strength to strength go on;
Wrestle, and fight, and pray;
Tread all the powers of darkness down,
And win the well-fought day.
Verse 6
Still let the Spirit cry
In all His soldiers, “Come,”
Till Christ the Lord descends from high,
And takes the conquerors home.
Charles Wesley, “Soldiers of Christ, Arise”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 342 · S.M. · Soldiers of Christ
George Herbert·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Teach me, my God and King,
In all things Thee to see,
And what I do in anything,
To do it as for Thee.
Verse 2
To scorn the senses’ sway,
While still to Thee I tend;
In all I do be Thou the Way,
In all be Thou the End.
Verse 3
All may of Thee partake;
Nothing so small can be,
But draws, when acted for Thy sake,
Greatness and worth from Thee.
Verse 4
If done to obey Thy laws,
E’en servile labors shine;
Hallowed is toil, if this the cause,
The meanest work Divine.
George Herbert, “Teach Me, My God and King”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 372 · S.M. · Emmaus
Philip Doddridge·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
Verse 2
A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
Verse 3
’Tis God’s all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
’Tis His own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye:
Verse 4
That prize with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors’ wreaths and monarchs’ gems
Shall blend in common dust.
Verse 5
Blest Saviour, introduced by Thee,
Have I my race begun;
And, crowned with victory, at Thy feet
I’ll lay my honors down.
Philip Doddridge, “Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 496 · C.M. · Christmas
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
A charge to keep I have,
A God to glorify;
A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky.
Verse 2
To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfil,—
O may it all my powers engage
To do my Master’s will.
Verse 3
Arm me with jealous care,
As in Thy sight to live;
And O, Thy servant, Lord, prepare
A strict account to give.
Verse 4
Help me to watch and pray,
And on Thyself rely,
Assured, if I my trust betray,
I shall for ever die.
Charles Wesley, “A Charge to Keep I Have”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 509 · S.M. · Laban
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
’Tis by the faith of joys to come
We walk through deserts dark as night:
Till we arrive at heaven, our home,
Faith is our guide, and faith our light.
Verse 2
The want of sight she well supplies;
She makes the pearly gates appear;
Far into distant worlds she pries,
And brings eternal glories near.
Verse 3
Cheerful we tread the desert through,
While faith inspires a heavenly ray;
Though lions roar and tempests blow,
And rocks and dangers fill the way.
Verse 4
So Abram, by Divine command,
Left his own house to walk with God;
His faith beheld the promised land,
And fired his zeal along the road.
Isaac Watts, “'Tis by the Faith of Joys to Come”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 604 · L.M. · (Duke Street)
Philip Doddridge·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
Verse 2
A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
Verse 3
’Tis God’s all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
’Tis His own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye:
Verse 4
That prize with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors’ wreaths and monarchs’ gems
Shall blend in common dust.
Verse 5
Blest Saviour, introduced by Thee,
Have I my race begun;
And, crowned with victory, at Thy feet
I’ll lay my honors down.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 677 · C.M. · Christmas