1 Awake, my zeal, awake, my love, To serve my Saviour here below, In works which perfect saints above And holy angels cannot do. 2 Awake my charity, to feed The hungry soul, and clothe the poor: In heaven are found no sons of need, There all these duties are no more. 3 Subdue thy passions, O my soul! Maintain the fight, thy work pursue, Daily thy rising sins control, And be thy victories ever new. 4 The land of triumph lies on high, There are no foes t' encounter there: Lord, I would conquer till I die, And finish all the glorious war. 5 Let every flying hour confess I gain thy gospel fresh renown; And when my life and labour cease, May I possess the promis'd crown. Hymn 1:47. [Supplement.] Death of kindred improved. 1 Must friends and kindred drop and die? And helpers be withdrawn? While sorrow with a weeping eye Counts up our comforts gone? 2 Be thou our comfort, mighty God! Our helper and our friend: Nor leave us in this dangerous road, Till all our trials end. 3 O may our feet pursue the way Our pious fathers led! With love and holy zeal obey The counsels of the dead. 4 Let us be wean'd from all below, Let hope our grief expel, While death invites our souls to go Where our best kindred dwell. Hymn 1:48. The Christian race, Isa. 40. 28-31. 1 Awake, our souls, away, our fears, Let every trembling thought be gone; Awake and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on. 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint; But they forget the mighty God That feeds the strength of every saint. 3 Thee, mighty God, whose matchless power Is ever new and ever young, And firm endures while endless years Their everlasting circles run. 4 From thee the overflowing spring, Our souls shall drink a fresh supply, While such as trust their native strength Shall melt away, and drop and die. 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air We'll mount aloft to thine abode, On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amidst the heavenly road. Hymn 1:49. The works of Moses and the Lamb, Rev. 15. 3. 1 How strong thine arm is, mighty God, Who would not fear thy Name! Jesus, how sweet thy graces are! Who would not love the Lamb! 2 He has done more than Moses did, Our Prophet and our King; From bonds of hell he freed our souls, And taught our lips to sing. 3 In the Red-sea by Moses' hand Th' Egyptian host was drown'd; But his own blood hides all our sins, And guilt no more is found. 4 When thro' the desert Israel went, With manna they were fed; Our Lord invites us to his flesh, And calls it living bread. 5 Moses beheld the promis'd land, Yet never reach'd the place; But Christ shall bring his followers home To see his Father's face. 6 Then shall our love and joy be full, And feel a warmer flame; And sweeter voices tune the song Of Moses and the Lamb. Hymn 1:50. The song of Zacharias, and the message of John the Baptist; or, Light and salvation by Jesus Christ, Luke 1. 68 &c. John 1. 29. 32.