So, brethren, we, If scattered, 'gainst our foes, When hand in hand We take our stand, May all their strength oppose. We put not trust But God's own word, The Spirit's sword, The weapon that we wield. Not ours to prey, Or fellow men to enslave; We fight to win The world from sin, And soul and body save. No doubtful strife By earthly captain led To conquest we And victory Still follow Christ our Head. Then let us not Or like the cowards yield; But heart with heart, No more to part, With courage take the field. Arm, Christians, arm, And sound the alarm Through all our native land; Against the foe God bids us go In one united band. FOREIGN MISSIONS. Go, ye swift messengers." High blows the wind, and strong the gale, Which fills the mission vessel's sail; Go forth, ye noble spirits, go, The Lord himself stands at the prow, The Lord will speed you on your way, Your guide by night, your guide by day, Till ye shall reach the appointed bay. "Tis not for gold ye're sailing o'er A nobler motive prompts your quest, Well, Christian merchants, may ye speed! GOOD WORDS AND COMFORTABLE WORDS. “My brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might.” Men, brothers bold, To sin and Satan sold, Bear not to be the thralls Of him whose bondage galls; Rally beneath his banner, and be free. What! still remain, And hug the deadly chain ! The freedom they may choose? His blood for souls so dead? Arm for the strife, Do battle for your liberty-your life. |