If I should see Him ever near, When blows unceasing fall, I shall no flaunting banner fear, Nor loudest battle call. IV And in the thickest of the strife, No polished shaft I'll dread, For He preserves my soul in life, In battle shields my head. V No power shall in the fight prevail, No subtle gin ensnare, Though all the hosts of hell assail, And guile the fraud prepare. VI Lord, gird me with Thy armour bright, And lead me forth to win, For I would battle for the right Against the might of sin. I The Christ on Olive's mount in prayer His heart to God exprest; And as they held sweet converse there, His soul with peace was blest. II Far from the din of troubled life, The tumult, and the swell, A silence, stilling earthly strife, Upon His spirit fell. III And there a voice whose soothing tone The trusting spirit filled, Came with that grace by which alone Our great unrest is stilled. IV O may the blessed thought, divine, That moved the Christ to prayer, Our weary, anxious souls incline Like peace and joy to share; V And on the mount where God is met, May we the solace know, That found His soul on Olivet, Who shared our life below. I Like music at the stilly hour, When twilight veils the light of day, A gentle voice, with winning power, Allured me from the world away. II It made me sad, because I thought That love undying I could spurn; It made me glad, because it brought A loving message in return. III Ah, then the Christ my sin revealed, And bade me cast the barrier down, And rise to things from eyes concealed, More lasting than the world's renown. IV I found the pathway to the cross, And lo, my blindness passed away, For radiant sunlight swept across The darkness that had led astray. V 'Twas then that Christ, in all His love, In all His beauty won my soul;-- Now, for the treasures stored above, I thrust aside the world's control. I O Lord, Thou in the hour of need, Didst succour those who sought Thine aid,-- The faint revive, the hungry feed,-- And on the sick thine hand was laid. II