1Children of light, awake,

At Jesus' call arise,

His toils, his victories.

2Ye must not idly stand,

His sacred voice who hear;

The holy standard rear.

3Nought doth the world afford,

But toil must be the price;

Then toil for paradise?

4Awake, ye sons of light,

Strive till the prize be won;

The day comes brightening on.

Amid the deepening gloom,

Are marching to the tomb.

In this their last retreat,

The storms of life shall beat.

The vital spark shall lie;

To reach its kindred sky.

Shall shed its mildest rays;

In strains of endless praise.

And to thy armor cling;

That grace and mercy bring.

An upward race to run,

A victory to be won.

Are heard before His throne;

The cross before the crown.

In the whole armor of his God;

His feet are with the gospel shod.

Salvation's helmet on his head,

And faith's broad shield before him spread.

From this the alien armies flee;

Through Christ, who gives him victory.

Sin, death and hell he tramples down,--

Through mercy, an immortal crown.

All thought of hopeless sorrow flies,

Where'er its healing beams arise.

A flowerless desert, dry and drear!

Its gloom dispel, its aspect cheer.

Which else would be with sorrow crushed,

And sob of parting anguish hushed.

It doth the bow of promise bend,

That waits the soul when time shall end.

Our footsteps guide to paths of peace!

Our stay as mortal powers decrease.

Death's signal to depart is given;

The calm and holy peace of heaven.

In earnest pleading flows!

And warm and warmer glows.

Hope points the upward gaze;

The eloquence of praise.

Unheard by human ear,

And dried the bitter tear.

All utterance faileth there;

And God accepts the prayer.

And press with vigor on;

And an immortal crown.

Hold thee in full survey;

And onward urge thy way.

That calls thee from on high;

To thine aspiring eye;--

Which shall new lustre boast,

Shall blend in common dust.

A follower of the Lamb?

Or blush to speak his name?

On flowery beds of ease,

And sailed through bloody seas?

Increase my courage, Lord!

Supported by thy word.

Shall conquer, though they're slain:

And soon with Christ shall reign.

And all thy armies shine

The glory shall be thine.

Let every trembling thought be gone;

And put a cheerful courage on.

And mortal spirits tire and faint;

That feeds the strength of every saint.

Our souls shall drink a fresh supply,

Shall melt away, and droop, and die.

We'll mount aloft to thine abode;

Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.

Uttered or unexpressed,

That trembles in the breast.

The falling of a tear,

When none but God is near.

That infant lips can try,

The Majesty on high.

The Christian's native air,

He enters heaven with prayer.

Returning from his ways;

And cry "Behold, he prays!"

Go when the noon is bright,

Go in the hush of night;

Cast earthly thought away,

Do thou in secret pray.

All who are loved by thee;

If any such there be;

A blessing humbly claim,

Thy great Redeemer's name.

In solitude to pray,

When friends are round thy way,

Thy spirit raised above,

Where dwells eternal love.

With this can we compare,--

To pour our souls in prayer:

Before his footstool fall;

His love who gave thee all.

We walk through deserts dark as night;

Faith is our guide, and faith our light.

She makes the pearly gates appear;

And brings eternal glories near.

While faith inspires a heavenly ray;

And rocks and dangers fill the way.

Left his own house to walk with God;

And fired his zeal along the road.

And saves us from its snares;

And softens all our cares.

The healing balm to give;

And make the dying live.

Where deathless pleasures reign,

Nor bids us seek in vain.

Till this frail body dies;

To endless glory rise.

It is the substance of his hope,

Directs his wanderings from afar

The glory of the passing storm,

Though pressed by every foe,

Of any earthly woe!--

Beneath the chastening rod,

Will lean upon its God;--

When tempests rage without;

In darkness feels no doubt;--

And then, whate'er may come,

Of an eternal home.

The beacon's light appears,

And his lone bosom cheers.

His heart shall dauntless prove,

The haven of his love.

To worldly grief a prey,

Illume the pilgrim's way.

Where holy faith shall rest,

And be forever blest.

More precious and more bright

The world esteems delight.

That lights the darkest gloom,

The prospects of the tomb.

That lifts the soul above,

And whispers, "God is love."

Proclaims the soul forgiven;

That hope, the hope of heaven.

A strong, embracing force;

The planets in their course.

Is felt the law of love;

For all that live and move.

All creatures bear a part;

Linked to the feeling heart.

Attaches soul to soul;

Though at the farthest pole.

The faith in Christ professed,

And whom he loves is blessed.

The generous pleasure know,

And weep for others' woe!

In low distress are laid,

And swift our hands to aid.

In every act and thought,

Each selfish view forgot!

With this kind, social grace,

All earth and heaven embrace.

Where love inspires the breast:

And strengthens all the rest.

And all in vain our fear;

If love be absent there.

When faith and hope shall cease;

In realms of endless peace.

Or leave this dark abode,

To see our gracious God.

To love thy God above;

Thy neighbor thou shalt love.

The help which thou canst give;

This do, and thou shalt live.

Thy glory is our song;

With a rejoicing tongue.

In humble form was found,

They compassed him around.

Their peace he still pursued;

And evil for his good.

Yet, with his dying breath,

And blest his foes in death.

To us a model prove:

Our enemies to love.

And earth by them is blest;

Of all the graces best.

And faith be sight above;

For saints forever love.

And make their empty boast

While they are slaves to lust.

If faith be cold and dead;

To Christ the living head.

'T is faith that works by love;

And lifts the thoughts above.

By its celestial power,

In death's approaching hour.

1How beautiful the sight

In friendship to unite,

2'Tis like the dews that fill

Or Zion's fruitful hill,

3For there the Lord commands

From his unsparing hands,

Each to each our tempers suit,

Heart to heart, as lute to lute.

Gently touch the trembling strings:

Music for the King of kings!

1Blest are the sons of peace,

Whose hearts and hopes are one;

Through all their actions run.

2Blest is the pious house

Where zeal and friendship meet;

Make their communion sweet.

3Thus on the heavenly hills

The saints are blest above,

And all the air is love.

The heavens with all their train,

In one mysterious chain.

To form one world agree,

Compose one family.

One fellowship of mind,

Their bliss and glory find.

Thy statutes are their song;

Thy praises they prolong.

But one communion make:

All of his grace partake.

One church above, beneath;

The swelling stream of death.

To his command we bow;

And part are crossing now.

And when the word is given,

And bring us safe to heaven.

1Let party names no more

The Christian world o'erspread;

Are one in Christ their head.

2Among the saints on earth

Let mutual love be found;

With mutual blessings crowned.

3Let envy and ill-will

Be banished far away;

Who the same Lord obey.

4Thus will the church below

Resemble that above;

And every heart is love.

Compose the kingdom of our Lord;

Faith, and obedience to his word.

We do the gospel mighty wrong;

Receives the feeble with the strong.

Meekness and love our souls pursue,

To saints, the Gentile or the Jew.