Yield not to temptation, For yielding is sin; Each vict'ry will help you Some other to win. Fight manfully onward, Dark passions subdue; Look ever to Jesus, He'll carry you through. Cho.--Ask the Savior to help you, Comfort, strengthen, and keep you; He is willing to aid you, He will carry you through. 2 Shun evil companions, Bad language disdain, God's name hold in rev'rence, Nor take it in vain; Be thoughtful and earnest, Kind-hearted and true; Look ever to Jesus, He'll carry you through. 3 To him that o'ercometh, God giveth a crown; Through faith we shall conquer, Though often cast down; He who is our Savior Our strength will renew; Look ever to Jesus, He'll carry you through. H.R. Palmer. 431 St. Martin's. C.M. _Founded on a Rock._ (892) With stately towers and bulwarks strong, Unrivaled and alone, Loved theme of many a sacred song; God's holy city shone. 2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat, The glory of all lands; Yet fairer and in strength complete, The Christian temple stands. 3 The faithful of each clime and age This glorious church compose; Built on a Rock, with idle rage The threat'ning tempest blows. 4 Fear not; though hostile bands alarm, Thy God is thy defense; And weak and powerless every arm Against Omnipotence. Isaac Watts. 432 St. Martin's. C.M. _The Church Immovable._ (891) Oh! where are kings and empires now, Of old that went and came? But, Lord! thy church is praying yet, A thousand years the same. 2 We mark her goodly battlements, And her foundations strong; We hear within the solemn voice Of her unending song. 3 For, not like kingdoms of the world, Thy holy church, O God! Though earthquake shocks are threatening her, And tempests are abroad; 4 Unshaken as eternal hills, Immovable she stands, A mountain that shall fill the earth, A house not made by hands. Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1839, _a._ 433 St. Martin's. C.M. _Returning to Zion._ (894) Daughter of Zion, from the dust Exalt thy fallen head; Again in thy Redeemer trust-- He calls thee from the dead. 2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength, Thy beautiful array; The day of freedom dawns at length-- The Lord's appointed day. 3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, And send thy heralds forth; Say to the South, Give up thy charge! And, Keep not back, O North! 4 They come, they come; thine exiled bands, Where'er they rest or roam, Have heard thy voice in distant lands, And hasten to their home. James Montgomery, 1825. 434 St. Martin's. C.M. _Little Flock._ Church of the ever-living God, The Father's gracious choice, Amid the voices of this earth How feeble is thy voice! 2 Not many rich or noble called, Not many great or wise: They whom God makes his kings and priests Are poor in human eyes.