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Learn a verse or two every day. Com-
pel the memory to grasp and retain a
whole stanza with one reading. Verse 2
is an easy example. Repeat often.

“ 0, for a thousand tongue: to sing
My great Redeemer’: praise ./ ”

FIFTY-TWO
MEMORY HYMNS

ENRICH DICTION,
ENLARGE THOUGHT,
STRENGTHEN MEMORY,

GIVE WINGS TO FAITH,
INCULCATE DOCTRINE AND DUTY,
AND TUNE LIFE TO SWEET MELODIES
SET TO LOFTIEST SONGS.

SELECTED BY
BISHOP HENRY WHITE WARREN

CINCINNATI: JENNINGS AND GRAHAM
NEW YORK: EATON AND MAINS

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FOREWORD
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IN 1903 thousands of persons sent me their
pledge to learn a hymn to be published in the .
papers once a fortnight. Having crossed the
wide Paciﬁc, and going into Manila in October
of that year, a steam yacht put off to meet us.
The crowd on board was dressed in white, and
we wondered who they could be, till they struck
up the memory hymn of the week:

“There’s a wideness in God’s mercy,

Like the wideness of the sea.”

In ManilaI heard 1,700 Christians sing, like
the voice of many waters, in a general Love
Feast. They had but thirty-six hymns translated
into their language, but they knew them all.
Thirty—six hymns known are better than a thou-
sand not known.

The ﬁrst thing a pious Jew taught his child
was that glorious Shema, Deut. vi, 4: “Hear,
O Israel: The Lord, our God, is one God: and
thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thine
heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy
might.” Doubtless it was the ﬁrst word of the
Hebrew Scriptures that Jesus learned. The
essence of Scripture has sung itself into over

thirty thousand hymns. One a week treasured
in the mind is worth the Whole thirty thousand

treasured in a book.

The hymns of this book are arranged in a
deﬁnite order, and give a system of theology, the
plan of salvation, the expression of a perfect

faith, a guide for life and a glimpse of glory.
The future rectitude and happiness of those
who have such sentiments and songs singing in
their hearts might be almost guaranteed.
This book should be put into the hands of
individuals, families, classes, etc.
HENRY WHITE WARREN.

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A CALL TO *B
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COME, O my soul, in sacred lays,
Attempt thy great Creator’s praise:

But 0 what tongue can speak His fame?
What mortal verse can reach the theme?

Enthroned amid the radiant spheres,

He glory like a garment wears ;
. To form a robe of light divine,
:1 ‘ Ten thousand suns around Him shine.

In all our Maker’s grand designs,
Omnipotence, with wisdom, shines ;

His works, through all this wondrous framei
Declare the glory of His name.

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lmwly life, rwas atﬁrst a skeptic, but Izarv- ‘f

ing been converted studied for the min—
istry, but died befare entering it.

MAJESTY AND
PROVIDENCE

THE Lord our God is clothed with might,
The winds obey His will;

He speaks, and in His heavenly height,
The rolling sun stands still.

Rebel, ye waves, and o’er the land
With threatening aspect roar;
The Lord uplifts His awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.

Ye winds of night, your force combine;
Without His high behest,

Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,
Disturb the sparrow’s nest.

His voice sublime is heard afar;
In distant peals it dies;

He yokes the whirlwind to His car,
And sweeps the howling skies.

Ye nations, bend, in reverence bend;
Ye monarchs, wait His nod;

And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate our God.

HYMN NUMBER 2

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.cymbols of the greater power that cre—
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vastness, power and brilliant/,3) faint/y
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THERE ’s a wideness in God’s mercy, ‘5
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There ’s a kindness in His justice

Which is more than liberty.

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i There is welcome for the sinner,

And more graces for the good;

i There is mercy with the Savior;
There is healing in His blood. I]; a

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For the love of God is broader
Than the measure of man’s mind; *S'i‘ ‘

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Is most wonderfully kind. [2?"

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JOHN NEWTON
BORN 1725
DIED 1807

Having lcarned the pawer and
mercy of God, the loving lrust 0f man

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THOUGH troubles assail, and dangers affright,
Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite, '
Yet one thing secures us, Whatever betide,

The promise assures us, “The Lord will provide.”

1 The birds, without barn or storehouse, are fed;
From them let us learn to trust for our bread:
His saints what is ﬁtting shall ne’er be denied,

So long as ’t is written, “The Lord will provide.”
No strength of our own, nor goodness we claim,

‘ Our trust is all thrown on Jesus’ name:

in this our strong tower, for safety we hide;

The Lord is our power, “ The Lord will provide.”

When life sinks apace, and death is in View,

The word of His grace shall comfort us through:
Not fearing nor doubting, with Christ on our side,
We hope to die shouting, “The Lord will provide.”

HYMN NUMBER 4 FE

JOHN CAWOOD

BORN 1775
DIED 1852

Trwiee the angel thrangy have shouted
over our earth: once when the morn-
ing stars sang together for the ﬁrst time,
and now when the Bright Morning Star
ushers in the perfect day. We hart/e the
words. 0 that we had the note: of
thepean/ Home cumulati-vely this hymn
follow; than prereding,

THE ANNUN-
CIATION *F

HARK I what mean those holy voices,
Sweetly sounding through the skies?

Lol the angelic host rejoices;
Heavenly hallelujahs rise.

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Which they chant in hymns of joy:
“Glory in the highest, glory,
Glory be to God most high!

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Reaching far as man is found ;
Souls redeemed and sins forgiven!

Loud our golden harps shall sound.

“ Christ is born, the great Anointed;
Heaven and earth His praises sing;
0 receive Whom God appointed,
For your Prophet, Priest, and King.

“ Hasten, mortals, to adore Him;
Learn His name, and taste His joy;

Till in heaven ye sing before Him,

‘Glory be to God most highl’ ”

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ALFRED TENNYSON
BORN 1809
DIED 1892
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higher. [I 7'5 truly said. (Ind is love.
It i: never mid, God is Mung/22.

THE HUMAN AND
DIVINE CHRIST

STRONG Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen Thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace,

Believing Where we can not prove;

Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:
Thou madest man, he knows not why,
He thinks he was not made to die:
And Thou hast made him: Thou art just.

Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, Thou:
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our Wills are ours, to make them Thine.

Our little systems have their day;

They have their day and cease to be:
They are but broken lights of Thee,
And Thou, O Lord, art more than they.

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JOHN G. WHITTIER
BORN 1807
DIED 1892

Wise and happy is the man who can
test his life by the life oft/2e Perfect One.
The Qualzm'poet believes in the “ inner
light” of God in man. So Christ says,

“Lo, 1 am with you always.” Every
man may have his Galilee where he
goes about doing gnod, and his Oli‘vez
where faith changes to sight by an ascen-
mm.

A PRESENT
HELPER

WE may not climb the heavenly steeps
To bring the Lord Christ down;

In vain we search the lowest deeps,
For Him no depths can drown.

But warm, sweet, tender, even yet
A present help is He;

And faith has still its Olivet,
And love its Galilee.

The healing of the seamless dress
ls by our beds of pain;

We touch Him in life’s throng and press,
And we are whole again.

Through Him the ﬁrst fond prayers are said
Our lips of childhood frame;

The last low whispers of our dead
Are burdened with His name.

0 Lord and Master of us all,
Whate’er our name or sign,

We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,
We test our lives by Thinel

HYMN NUMBER 1

BERNARD OF CLAIRV AUX

BORN 1091
DIED 1153

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THE SWEETEST
NAME

JESUS, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness ﬁlls the breast;

But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.

Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memory ﬁnd,

A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,
0 Savior of mankind l

0 Hope of every contrite heart,
0 Joy of all the meek,

To those who ask, how kind Thou art I
How good to those who seek!

But what to those who ﬁnd? Ah, this
Nor tongue nor pen can show:

The love of Jesus, what it is,
None but His loved ones know.

Jesus, our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our prize wilt be ;

In Thee be all our glory now,
And through eternity.

HYMN NUMBER 8

CHARLES WESLEY

BORN 1707
DIED 1788
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0 LOVE DIVINE, what hast Thou done!
The incarnate God hath died for me!
The Father’s co-eternal Son
Bore all my sins upon the tree!
The Son of God for me hath died:
My Lord, my Love, is cruciﬁed.

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Behold Him, all ye that pass by,

The bleeding Prince of life and peace!
Come, sinners, see your Savior die,

And say, was ever grief like His?
Come, feel with me His blood applied:
My Lord, my Love, is cruciﬁed.

Then let us sit beneath His cross,

And gladly catch the healing stream;
All things for Him account but loss,
And give up all our hearts to Him:
Of nothing think or speak beside:
My Lord, my Love, is cruciﬁed.

HYMN NUMBER 9

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THE HEART’S RESPONSE
TO THE CROSS

WHEN I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God;

All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacriﬁce them to His blood.

See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love ﬂow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

HYMN NUMBER 10

HENRY WARE, JR.
BORN 1794
D151) 1848

This is ‘Boston’s best. Unitarianism
rises to the height of the [Methodist shout,
“ Glory to God.” The bounding, daetylic
measure of this hymn makes it easy to
learn and repeat. Hints ofresurreetion

have been many,—hutterﬂies, rwheat,
eta—hut here is demonstratian. Christ
is thefzrst frzszz‘s. The full harvestfoﬂ
lows, made up of them that are Christ’s.

SHOUT THE VICTORY
OVER DEATH

LIFT your glad voices in triumph on high,
For Jesus hath risen, and man can not die;

Vain were the terrors that gathered around Him,
And short the dominion of death and the grave;
He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound Him,

Resplendent in glory to live and to save!
Loud was the chorus of angels on high,
The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die.

Glory to God, in full anthems of joy;
The being He gave us death can not destroy:
Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow,
If tears were our birthright and death were our end;
But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow,
And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend:

Lift then your voices in triumph on high,
For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die.

HYMN NUMBER 11

HARRIET AUBER
BORN 1773
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THE COM-
FORTER

OUR blest Redeemer, ere He breathed
His tender last farewell,
A Guide, a Comforter bequeathed,

With us to dwell.

He came in tongues of living ﬂame,
To teach, convince, subdue;

All-powerful as the Wind He came,
As viewless, too.

He comes, sweet inﬂuence to impart,
A gracious, willing guest,

While He can ﬁnd one humble heart
Wlherein to rest.

And His that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even,

That checks each fault, that calms each fear,
And speaks of heaven.

Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness, pitying, see;

0 make our hearts Thy dwelling place,
And worthier Thee !

HYMN NUMBER 12

WM. F. \E’ARREN
BORN 1833"“

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dient that C/Irist went away. The Spirit
leads into all sorts oftrut/z. No dieez'ple,
not even Jolzn, mourned his dwarfed
Lord, the presence oft/1e E‘ver .‘Blemea’
Spirit away his. Thar/£- Gml, the dash
folio-w: the date oft/1e author’s birth.

OFFICES OF THE E
SPIRIT

I WORSHIP Thee, O Holy Ghost,
I love to worship Thee;

My risen Lord for aye were lost
But for Thy company.

I worship Thee, O Holy Ghost,
I love to worship Thee;

I grieved Thee long, alas I Thou know’st
It grieves me bitterly.

I worship Thee, O Holy Ghost,
I love to worship Thee;

Thy patient love, at What a cost
At last it conquered mel

I worship Thee, O Holy Ghost,
I love to worship Thee;

With Thee each day is Pentecost,
Each night Nativity.

HYMN NUMBER 13 E

NICOLAUS L. ZINZENDORF

BORN 1700
DIED 1760

The attributes of the Godhead in
Blessed Trinity having been learned,
man’s relation to them and appropriatian
of their help naturally follows. The
author of this hymn was the spiritual
helper of John IVes/ey. Here is salva-
tion to the uttermost. The second stanza
repeats Rom. 8:33. The last line oft/1e
third stanza expresses the human acceptv
ance of the unspeakable gift. Zinzen-
dorf‘wrote o-ver one thousand hymns.

APEAN OF '1‘
FAITH

JESUS, Thy blood and righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
’Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed,
With joy shall I lift up my head.

Bold shall I stand in Thy great day,

For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully absolved through these I am,

From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb,
Who from the Father’s bosom came,

Who died for me, e’en me to atone,
Now for my Lord and God I own.

Lord, I believe Thy precious blood,
Which, at the mercy-seat of God,
Forever doth for sinners plead,

For me, e’en for my soul, was shed.

Lord, I believe were sinners more
Than sands upon the ocean shore,
Thou hast for all a ransom paid,
For all a full atonement made.

HYMN NUMBER 14 E4

CHARLES WESLEY
BORN 1708
DIED 1788

Wesley’s exuberance of feeling ex~
pressed itself in six thousand hymns.
This one desires all that God can do for
him. Perception, verse I; Desire, ‘verse
2; Prayer, verses 3, 4; Faith, verse 5;
Result, as Paul says, the love of God
shed abroad, like a river, throughout our
hearts by the Holy Ghost.

THE REFINING
FIRE

JESUS, Thine all Victorious love
Shed in my heart abroad:
Then shall my feet no longer rove,

Rooted and ﬁxed in God.

0 that in me the sacred ﬁre
Might now begin to glow,

Burn up the dross of base desire
And make the mountains ﬂow!

0 that it now from heaven might fall,
And all my sins consume l
Come, Holy Ghost, for Thee I call;

Spirit of burning, come !

Reﬁning ﬁre, go through my heart;
Illuminate my soul;

Scatter Thy life through every part,
And sanctify the Whole.

My steadfast soul, from falling free,
Shall then no longer move,

While Christ is all the world to me,
And all my heart is love.

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BORN 1.708
DIED 1788
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are bought «waif/z a price, therefore glo—

rify God in your body.” Clzriyiiam

Mould not follow Ananias’ examble—
keeping back part of the price.

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CONSECRATED

LET Him to whom we now belong
His sovereign right assert,

And take up every thankful song,
And every loving heart.

He justly claims us for His own,
Who bought us with a price:
The Christian lives to Christ alone, _;2
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Jesus, Thine own at last receive,
Fulﬁll our heart’s desire;

And let us to Thy glory live,
And in Thy cause expire,

Our souls and bodies we resign:
With joy we render Thee

Our all, no longer ours, but Thine,
To all eternity.

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HYMN NUMBER 16 'E

RAY PALMER
BORN 1808
DIED 1887

I never saw a. moor,
I never set-w the sea,
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And when a wave must be,
I never spa/re wit/1 God,
Nor {visited in lteaverz,
Yet certain am I off/1e abet
' A: if l/ze el’zarri were given.

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Recall Palmer’s prieeleu ﬂymn, “Z‘VIy faith [00]?! up to leee.”

WHOM NOT HAVING
SEEN WE LovE *3

JESUS, these eyes have never seen
That radiant form of Thine ;

The veil of sense hangs dark between
Thy blessed face and mine.

I see Thee not, I hear Thee not,
Yet art Thou oft with me;

And earth hath ne’er so dear a spot
As Where I meet with Thee.

Like some bright dream that comes unsought
When slumbers o’er me roll,

Thine image ever ﬁlls my thought
And charms my ravished soul.

Yet though I have not seen, and still
Must rest in faith alone,

I love Thee, dearest Lord, and Will,
Unseen, but not unknown.

When death these mortal eyes shall seal,
And still this throbbing heart,

The rending veil shall Thee reveal,
All-glorious as Thou art.

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ISAAC WATTS
BORN 167-1
DIED 1748

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most brilliant piece of real poetry IVam
ever wrote. ‘Biylzap 11IcCczbe specially
requested Inc/‘0 include this in the ﬁfty-
t-u'o lzymm'. He has already “ run up
rwitlz joy the shining rway.”

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MY God, the spring of all my joys
The life of my delights,

The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights!

In darkest shades, if Thou appear,
My dawning is begun;

Thou art my soul’s bright morning star,
And Thou my rising sun.

The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,
If Jesus shows His mercy mine,

And whispers I am His.

My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word,

Run up with joy the shining way,
To see and praise my Lord.

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HENRY W. BAKER, BART

BORN 1821
DIED 1877

The aulhor died rwz'lh the last two
lines of ruerse three upon his lips. He
takes up the Lord’s o=wn ﬁgure of love,
tender (are, proteelion, guidance, and
prowisionfor all rwants. Jyhr; 10:1—18.
“ The Good Shepherd layeth dorm; His
life far thesheep.”

THE GOOD
SHEPHERD ’14

THE King of love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;

I nothing lack if I am His,
And He is mine forever.

Where streams of living water ﬂow,
My ransomed soul He leadeth,
And, Where the verdant pastures grow,

With food celestial feedeth.

Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
But yet in love He sought me,
And on His shoulder gently laid,

And home, rejoicing brought me.

In death’s dark vale I fear no ill
With Thee, dear Lord, beside me;

Thy rod and staff my comfort still,
Thy cross before to guide me.

And so through all the length of days,
Thy goodness faileth never;

Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house forever?

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SAMUEL MEDLEY
BORN 1708
DIED 1799

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and worldly till [9711927ng in 1760,
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MAKE HIS PRAISE
GLORIOUS

O COULD I speak the matchless worth,
0 could I sound the glories forth,
Which in my Savior shine,
I’d soar and touch the heavenly strings,
And Vie with Gabriel while he sings,
In notes almost divine.

I’d sing the precious blood He spilt,

My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin, and wrath divine;

I’d sing His glorious righteousness,

In which all-perfect, heavenly dress,
My soul shall ever shine.

I’ d sing the characters He hears,

And all the forms of love He wears,
Exalted on His throne;

In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,

I would to everlasting days

Make all His glories known.

Well, the delightful day will come

When my dear Lord will bring me home,
And I shall see His face;

Then with my Savior, Brother, Friend,

A blest eternity I ’ll spend,
Triumphant in His grace.

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HvMN NUMBER 20

FRANCES R. HAVERGAL
BORN 1836
DIED 1879

This hymn was written in the jubi-
lance qffeeliﬁg that fellorwed lhe (unver-
J‘ian ofa family of ten where the author
went to veriﬁes day. God (wavered
the prayer, “Lord, give me all this

home.” She sayx, “ The lax! night of

my wish I um for; happy to sleep. ” Then
Jhe rwrote the hymn clasing, “Ever,
only, all fw Thee.”

ENTIRE CONSE-
CRATION

TAKE my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord to Thee;

Take my moments and my days;
Let them ﬂow in ceaseless praise;
Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love;

Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee.

Take my voice, and let me sing,
Always, only, for my King.

Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee.
Take my silver and my gold;

Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect, and use

Every power as Thou shalt choose.

Take my will, and make it Thine;
It shall be no longer mine.

Take my heart, it is Thine own ;
It shall be Thy royal throne.
Take my love, my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure-store.
Take myself, and I will be

Ever, only, all for Thee.

HYMN NUMBER 21

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BORN 1814
DIED 1863

Man‘: highesl glory i: to be a co-
cworlaer ~wit/1 God. He doe: not treat a:
a5 incompetents. He takes us intopartner-
ship. [Vii/20112? Him me [an do not/)ing.
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gate all in ruairz mile“ the C/ziefPartrzer
glaze; the increase.

CHRISTIAN
COURAGE >14

WORKMAN of God! 0 lose not heart
But learn what God is like;

And in the darkest battleﬁeld
Thou shalt know Where to strike.

Thrice blest is he to whom is given
The instinct that can tell
That God is on the ﬁeld, when He

Is most invisible.

Blest too is he who can divine
Where real right doth lie,

And dares to take the side that seems
Wrong to man’s blindfold eye.

Then learn to scorn the praise of men,
And learn to lose with God;
For Jesus won the world through shame,

And beckons thee His road.

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BORN 1857
DIED 1901

This is a rugged bymzz, knotted like
the muscles ofa torso of Hercules. This
Presbyterian autizor used to express his
whole nature by saying, rwhen introduced
to a stranger, “IV/lat can Ido for you 3’”
[1e bad strength to spare. He patterned
after Him rw/zo came not to be ministered
unto, but to minister.

T_HE STR EN UOUS
LI FE

BE strong!
We are not here to play, to dream, to drift,
We have hard work to do, and loads to lift.
Shun not the struggle, face it, ’tis God’s gift.

Be strong!
Say not the days are evil—Who ’s to blame?
And fold the hands and acquiesce—O shame 1

Stand up, speak out, and bravely, in God’s name.

Be strong!
It matters not how deep intrenched the wrong,
How hard the battle goes, the day how long;

Faint not, ﬁght on! To-morrow comes the song.

HYMN NUMBER 23

J. B. WATERBURY
BORN 1799
DIED 1875

The author was a Presbyterian min-
ister in Boston and elsewhere. Prabably
human feelings never rise t0 sue/z inten‘
sity as in battle. Hence the Scriptures
urge to “put on the armor,” ”ﬁg/2t
t/ze goodﬁg/zt,“ etc. So hymns ring suit/'1
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THE SPIRITUAL
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SOLDIERS of the cross, arise!

Lo! your Leader from the skies

Waves before you glory’s prize,
The prize of Victory.

Seize your armor, gird it on ;

Now the battle will be won;

See, the strife will soon be done;
Then struggle manfully.

Jesus conquered when He fell,
Met and vanquished earth and hell;
Now He leads you on to swell
The triumphs of His cross.
Though all earth and hell appear,
Who will doubt, or who can fear?
God, our strength and shield, is near;
We can not lose our cause.

Onward, then, ye hosts of God!
Jesus points the Victor’s rod;
Follow where your Leader trod:
You soon shall see His face.
Soon, your enemies all slain,
Crowns of glory you shall gain
Soon you ’ll join that glorious train
Who shout their Saviour’s praise.

HYMN NUMBER 24

BISHOP HEBER
BORN 1783
DIED 1826

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ERSOEVER HE GOETH

THE Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain:

His blood-red banner streams afar;
Who follows in His train?

Who best can drink His cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain,

Who patient bears His cross below,
He follows in His train.

The martyr ﬁrst, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave,

Who saw his Blaster in the sky,
And called on Him to save:

Like Him, with pardon on his tongue,
In midst of mortal pain,

He prayed for them that did the wrong;
Who follows in His train?

A glorious band, the chosen few
On whom the Spirit came,

Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
And mocked the cross and ﬂame;

They climbed the steep ascent of heaven
Through peril, toil, and pain:

0 God, to us may grace be given
To follow in their train.

HYMN NUMBER 25

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SAMUEL F. SMITH

BORN 1808
DIED 1895

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This one was written almost without
previous thought. It is the mostpopular
of all national hymns The tune is
claimed to lza we been composed in
France by Lzzlli, is sung in England as
“ God Save the King,” anileame to our
country ﬁrst from Germany. It is ﬁt to
unite all nations.

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HYMN

MY country, ’tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing:
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrim’s pride,
From every mountain side
Let freedom ring!

My native country, thee,
Land of the noble, free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills,
Like that above.

Let music swell the breeze,

And ring from all the trees,
Sweet freedom’s song:

Let mortal tongues awake;

Let all that breathe partake;

Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

Our fathers’ God, to Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom’s holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King.

HYMN NUMBER 26

JAMES MONTGOMERY

BORN 1771
DIED 1854

lee autizor': early life mum in very
lzumole ran/u. He was a JVIora-vian
after attaining Iii! man/200d, and an ar—
dent advocate oft/1e abolition of ﬂowery-
He u‘a: often ﬁned and iz’zprixoned for Iii;
publicatiom, but after 1833 the govern—
ment gave lzim a/7e7uiolz of $1,000 a
year for 121': work a: a Jarred poet.

THE GOSPEL FOR
THEWORLD

O SPIRIT of the living God i
In all thy plenitude of grace,
Where’er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend on our apostate race.

Give tongues of ﬁre and hearts of love
To preach the reconciling word ;

Give power and unction from above,
Whene’er the joyful sound is heard.

Be darkness, at Thy coming, light;
Confusion, order, in Thy path;

Souls Without strength, inspire with might ;
Bid mercy triumph over wrath.

Baptize the nations; far and nigh
The triumphs of the cros