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134 The Book of Praise.
Watch ; 'tis your Lord's command ; And, while we speak, He's near ; Mark the first signal of His hand, And ready all appear.
O happy servant he, In such a posture found ! He shall his Lord with rapture see, And be with honour crown'd.
Christ shall the banquet spread With His own Royal hand ; And raise that favourite servant's head Amid the angelic band.
Philip Doddridge. 1755
CXIX.
A soldier's course, from battles won
To new-commencing strife; A pilgrim's, restless as the sun
Behold the Christian's life !
Prepared the trumpet's call to greet,
Soldier of Jesus, stand ! Pilgrim of Christ, with ready feet
Await thy Lord's command.
The hosts of Satan pant for spoil;
How can thy warfare close ? Lonely, thou tread'st a foreign soil ;
How canst thou hope repose ?
Seek, soldier ! pilgrim ! seek thine home,
Reveal'd in sacred lore ; The land, whence pilgrims never roam,
Where soldiers war no more : |
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