the Lord.

1 O, speed thee, Christian, on thy way!
And to thine armor cling;
With girded loins the call obey
That love and mercy bring!

2 There is a battle to be fought,
An upward race to run,
A crown of glory to be sought,
A victory to be won.

3 O, faint not, Christian! for thy sighs
Are heard before God's throne;
The race must come before the prize,
The cross before the crown.

317. P. M. Staughton.

Onward and Upward.

1 Breast the wave, Christian! when it is strongest;
Watch for day, Christian! when the night's longest;
Onward and onward still be thine endeavor;
The rest that remaineth will be forever.

2 Fight the fight, Christian! Jesus is o'er thee;
Run the race, Christian! heaven is before thee;
He who hath promised faltereth never;
The love of eternity flows on forever.

3 Lift the eye, Christian! just as it closeth;
Raise the heart, Christian! ere it reposeth;
Thee from the love of Christ nothing shall sever;
Mount when the work is done,--praise God forever!

318. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld.

The Christian Warfare.

1 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 Here giant danger threatening stands,
Mustering his pale, terrific bands;
There, pleasure's silken banners spread,
And willing souls are captives led.

3 See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage;
The meanest foe of all the train
Has thousands and ten thousands slain.

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.

5 The terror and the charm repel,
And powers of earth, and powers of hell;
The Man of Calvary triumphed here;
Why should his faithful followers fear?

319. 7s. M. Bulfinch.

Struggle.

1 There's a strife we all must wage,
From life's entrance to its close;
Blest the bold who dare engage!
Woe for him who seeks repose!

2 Honored they who firmly stand,