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REMEDIES AGAINST
FEAR.
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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
the
banner
of
faith,
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.
HrMN
FOR
SËR117QN
XXXI.
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
the
prize;
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 Thy
word.
Thy saints
in all
this glorious war,
Shall conquer though they die
;
They
seethe
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.