lade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.

3 Thou canst not toil in vain;
Cold, heat, and moist and dry,
Shall foster and mature the grain
For garners in the sky;
Then when the glorious end,
The day of God, shall come,
The angel-reapers shall descend,
At heaven's great harvest-home.

541. L. M. Watts.

Press Onward to the Mark.

1 Awake, our souls, away, our fears;
Let every trembling thought be gone.
Awake and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.

2 True 'tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
That feeds the strength of every saint.

3 From Thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply,
While such as trust in human strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.

4 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to Thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.

542. S. M. Anonymous.

The Whole Armor of God.

1 Followers of Christ! arise,
And put your armor on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies
To each obedient son.

2 Stand forth in His great might,
With all His strength endued;
But take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God.

3 And, above all, lay hold
Of faith's victorious shield;
Armed with that adamant and gold,
Ye cannot lose the field.

4 Leave no unguarded place,
No weakness of the soul;
Take every virtue, every grace,
And consecrate the whole.

5 That having all things done,
And conquered in the strife,
To nobler service ye pass on,
And an undying life!

543. S. M. Heath.

Conflict.

1 My soul, be on thy guard;
Ten thousand foes arise;
The hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.

2 O, watch, and strive, and pray;
The battle ne'er give o'er;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.

3 Ne'er think the victory won,
Nor lay thine armor down:
Thy arduous work will no