Ref.--Oh, can we say we are ready, brother? Ready for the soul's bright home? Say, will he find you and me still watching, Waiting, waiting when the Lord shall come? 2 If at the dawn of the early morning, He shall call us one by one, When to the Lord we restore our talents, Will he answer thee--Well done? 3 Have we been true to the trust he left us? Do we seek to do our best? If in our hearts there is naught condemns us, We shall have a glorious rest. 4 Blessed are those whom the Lord finds watching, In his glory they shall share; If he shall come at the dawn or midnight, Will he find us watching there? Fanny J. Crosby. 423 Laban. S.M. _Watchfulness and Prayer._ (763) My soul, be on thy guard, Ten thousand foes arise: The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies. 2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray; The battle ne'er give o'er; Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore. 3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won Nor lay thine armor down; Thy arduous work will not be done Till thou obtain thy crown. 4 Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God; He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, To his divine abode. George Heath, 1806. 424 Laban. S.M. _The Panoply of God._ (761) Soldiers of Christ! arise, And put your armor on,-- Strong, in the strength which God supplies, Through his eternal Son:-- 2 Strong, in the Lord of hosts, And in his mighty power; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Is more than conqueror. 3 Stand, then, in his great might, With all his strength endued; And take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God:-- 4 That, having all things done, And all your conflicts past, You may o'ercome through Christ alone, And stand entire at last. 5 From strength to strength go on; Wrestle, and fight, and pray; Tread all the powers of darkness down, And win the well-fought day. 6 Still let the Spirit cry, In all his soldiers, "Come," Till Christ, the Lord, descends from high, And takes the conquerors home. Charles Wesley, 1749. 425 Laban. S.M. _Victory is on the Lord's Side._ (765) Arise, ye saints, arise! The Lord our Leader is: The foe before his banner flies, And victory is his. 2 We soon shall see the day When all our toils shall cease; When we shall cast our arms away, And dwell in endless peace. 3 This hope supports us here; It makes our burdens light: 'Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer, Till faith shall end in sight:-- 4 Till, of the prize possessed, We hear of war no more; And ever with our Leader rest, On yonder peaceful shore. Thomas Kelly, 1803. 426 Maitland. C.M. _The Sacrifices of Warfare._ (751) Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name?