Watts - Houston-Packer Collection BX5207.W3 S4x 1805 v.2

SERM. xitXi: ÖÄ REMEDIES AGAINST FEAR. 17 ture, and souls that dwell in clay ! But ,is it thy constant labour and prayer, that patience rtay have its perfect work, that thy spirit may be ever sedate under all the pains and disquietudes of this mortal flesh, and thy- temper kept serené under all the frowns and clouds of heaven ? Art thou ready to fate the king of terrors, and to de- scend into that dark valley ? Thou must meet this adver- sarÿ shortly, O my soul? Labour therefore daily rto get courage and victory over death, by faith in a dying and a rising Saviour. Happy is that faith that has no carnal fear attending it, but is got above the frowns and smiles of this world. My soul longs after it, and reaches at it, as something within the power of her present attainment through the grace of Christ. I long to be armed with this sacred courage, and to have my heart fortified all round with these divine munitions. I would fain becalm and serene in the midst of buf etings and reproaches, and-pursue my - course steadily toward heaven, under thebanner offaith, through all the arrows of slander and malice. Lord Jesus, I wait for thy divine influence, to bestow this grace, and thy divine teachings, to put me in the way to obtain it. HrMNFOR SËR117QNXXXI. iIOÍ.Y FOILTITÌJDÈ, OIÌ itEiVIEDIES AOAIÑST FEAR. CONI1VíOP MÈTRE: AM Ì soldier of the cross, A follower of the lamb ? And shall I feat to oleo his cause,. Or blush to speak his name ? rust I be earry'dto the skies, On flow'ty beds of ease ; While others fought to win theprize; And sail'd through bloody teas? Are there no foe's for me to face ? Must I not stein the flood ? Is this vile world a friend'to grace, To help me on to God? Sure I must fight it Ì would reign: Increase soy courage; Lord ! Ì'lI bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by Thyword. Thy saints in all this glorious war, Shall conquer though they die ; Theyseethe triumph from afar, And seize it with their eye, When that illustrious day shall rise, , And all thy armies shine. In robes of victory through thé skied, The glery shall be thine, r.