3 Lift the eye, Christian! just as it closeth; Raise the heart, Christian! ere it reposeth; Thee from the love of Christ nothing shall sever; Mount when the work is done,--praise God forever! 318. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld. The Christian Warfare. 1 Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes; See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a numerous host; Awake, my soul! or thou art lost. 2 Here giant danger threatening stands, Mustering his pale, terrific bands; There, pleasure's silken banners spread, And willing souls are captives led. 3 See where rebellious passions rage, And fierce desires and lusts engage; The meanest foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 4 Come, then, my soul! now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal shield; Put on the armor from above Of heavenly truth and heavenly love. 5 The terror and the charm repel, And powers of earth, and powers of hell; The Man of Calvary triumphed here; Why should his faithful followers fear? 319. 7s. M. Bulfinch. Struggle. 1 There's a strife we all must wage, From life's entrance to its close; Blest the bold who dare engage! Woe for him who seeks repose! 2 Honored they who firmly stand, While the conflict presses round; God's own banner in their hand, In his service faithful found. 3 What our foes? Each thought impure Passions fierce, that tear the soul; Every ill that we can cure; Every crime we can control; 4 Every suffering which our hand Can with soothing care assuage; Every evil of our land; Every error of our age. 5 On, then, to the glorious field! He who dies his life shall save; God himself shall be our shield, He shall bless and crown the brave. 320. 8 & 7s. M. Miss Bremer. Suffering and Action. 1 Cheek grow pale, but heart be vigorous! Body fall, but soul have peace! Welcome, pain! thou searcher rigorous! Slay me, but my faith increase. 2 Sin, o'er sense so softly stealing; Doubt, that would my strength impair; Hence at once from life and feeling!-- Now my cross I gladly bear. 3 Up, my soul! with clear sedateness Read heaven's law, writ bright and broad, Up! a sacrifice to greatness, Truth, and goodness,--up to God! 4 Up to labor! from thee shaking Off the bonds of sloth, be brave! Give thyself to prayer and waking; Toil some fainting heart to save! 321. L. M. Roscoe. The Pilgrim.