(Winborne. L. M.) I. Watts.
42 Eph. 6: 14
I Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears,
And gird the gospel armor on;
March to the gates of endless joy,
Where Jesus thy Great Captain's gone.
2 Hell and thy sins resist t,hy course,
But hell and sin are vanquished foes;
Thy Savior nailed them to the cross.
And sang the triumph when he rose.
£ 3 Then let my soul march boldly on,—
Press forward to the heavenly gate;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glittering robes for conquerors wait.
4 There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace,
While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader's praise.
( Iowa S. M.) C. Wesley.
43 Mar. 13: 37
1 A charge to keep I have,
A'God to glorify,
A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky.