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Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 651 – 700


(SS &S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns. This is S S & S, otherwise known as Sacred Songs and Solos. It is a collection of spiritual worship hymns and songs for churches. Students use it in their assembly in many Christian schools.

S S & S songs are up to 1,000 hymns and counting. For the sake of convenience, we are splitting them into hundreds.



SS & S 651  To the Cross of Christ I cling ;

Though but faint my faith may be,

Yet this thought doth comfort bring:

Jesus holdeth me.


Holdeth me, He holdeth me ;

Though but faint my hold may be,

Yet this thought doth comfort bring:

Jesus holdeth me.



Low at Jesus’ feet I plead ;

Broken though my prayer may be,

Precious is the thought indeed !

Jesus pleads for me.



Can I say I love the Lord ?

Cold at times my love may be,

Yet how precious is the word :

Jesus loveth me.



SS & S 652  Like a river glorious is God’s perfect peace,

Over all victorious in its bright increase ;

Perfect, yet it floweth fuller everyday—-

Perfect, yet it groweth deeper all the way.


Stayed upon Jehovah hearts are fully blest ;

Finding, as He promised, perfect peace and rest.



Hidden in the hollow of His blessed hand,

Never foe can follow, never traitor stand ;

Not a surge of worry, not a shade of care,

Not a blast of hurry moves the spirit there.



Every joy or trial falleth from above,

Traced upon our dial by the Sun of Love.

We may trust Him fully all for us to do :

They who trust Him wholly find Him wholly true.


SS & S 653  For Thy goodness, O my Saviour,

I would praise Thee o’er and o’er ;

May the Holy Spirit teach me

How to love Thee more and more.


Gird on the sword and armour !

Go, raise the banner high !

The Captain of Salvation

To thee is ever nigh.


Then wave the glorious banner !

Press forward in His name ; . .

Fear not, for soon thy Captain

Will victory proclaim !



SS & S 654  Rejoice ! . . . Rejoice in the Lord !

Rejoice in the Lord alway ;

Rejoice ! . . . Rejoice in the Lord i

And again I say, Rejoice !



Rejoice ! rejoice ! lift up your head,

And praise the living God,

That for your souls the Saviour shed

His own most precious blood.



Rejoice ! rejoice ! let praise abound

Before Jehovah’s throne,

For dead ones raised, and lost ones found ,

And prodigals brought home.



Rejoice ! rejoice ! the Lord will

According to His word, [come,

And gather all His ransomed home,

For ever with the Lord.

SS & S 655  God’s almighty arms are round me:

Peace, peace is mine !

Judgment scenes need not confound me:

Peace, peace is mine !

Jesus came Himself and sought me ;

Sold to Death, He found and bought me ;

Then my blessed freedom taught me—

Peace, peace is mine!



While I hear life’s rugged billows,

Peace, peace is mine !

Why suspend my harp on willows ?

Peace, peace is mine !

I may sing, with Christ beside me,

Though a thousand ills betide me ;

Safely He hath sworn to guide me :

Peace, peace is mine !



Every trial draws Him nearer:

Peace, peace is mine !

All His strokes but make Him dearer ;

Peace, peace is mine !

Bless I then the hand that smiteth

Gently, and to heal delighteth ;

‘Tis against my sins He fighteth ;

Peace, peace is mine !



Welcome every rising sunlight,

Peace, peace is mine !

Nearer home each rolling midnight :

Peace, peace is mine !

Death and hell cannot appal me ;

Safe in Christ whate’er befal me ;

Calmly wait I till He call me :

Peace, peace is mine !


SS & S 656  O gentle, sweet, and tender Love !

Greatest and best Thou art !

Thou comest on Thine angel-wing

Straight from our Father’s heart.


Spirit of love, expand Thy wings,

Brood o’er my heart to-day ;

Fill me with heavenly tenderness

As now to Thee I pray.



God sendeth Thee, His messenger,

From His bright home above ;

And surely all that is of Thee

Are His, for  God is love !



Faith leadeth us through earthly life

Down to the gates of death :

There stays ; for where they see His face

They have no need of faith.



Hope cometh to the threshold fair,

But cannot pass it o’er ;

For there our hopes are all fulfilled,

For ever, evermore.



But love goes through the pearly gates

Into the city blest,

And flies on pinions swift and sure,

Straight to our Father’s breast.


SS & S 657  There comes to my heart one sweet strain, . .

A glad and a joyous refrain, . .

I sing it again and again,

Sweet peace, the gift of God’s love.


Peace, peace, sweet peace,

Wonderful gift from above ; . .

Oh, wonderful, wonderful peace,

Sweet peace, the gift of God’s love.



Through Christ on the cross peace was made, . .

My debt by His death was all paid, . .

No other foundation is laid

For peace, the gift of God’s love.



When Jesus as Lord I had crown’d, . .

My heart with His peace did abound, . .

In Him a rich blessing I found,

Sweet peace, the gift of God’s love.



In Jesus at peace I abide, . .

And while I keep close to His side, . .

There’s nothing but peace can betide,

Sweet peace, the gift of God’s love.



SS & S 658  Far away in the depths of my spirit to-night

Rolls a melody sweeter than psalm ;

In celestial-like strains it unceasingly falls

O’er my soul like an infinite calm.


Peace ! peace ! wonderful peace!

Coming down from the Father above,

Sweep over my spirit for ever, I pray,

In fathomless billows of love.



What a treasure I have in this wonderful peace

Which abides in the depths of my soul

So secure that no power can e’er take it away

While the years of eternity roll.



I am resting to-night in this wonderful peace,

I have yielded to Jesus’ control ;

For I’m kept from all danger by night and by day,

And His glory is filling my soul.



And methinks when I rise to that city of peace,

Where its Author with joy I shall see,

That one of the songs which the ransomed will sing

In that heavenly kingdom shall be.


SS & S 659  My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine !

For Thee all the pleasures of sin I resign ;

My gracious Redeemer, my Saviour art Thou !

If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now !



I love Thee, because Thou hast first loved me,

And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree ;

I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow ;

If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now !



I will love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death,

And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath ;

And say when the death-dew lies cold on my brow,

If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now !



In mansions of glory and endless delight,

I’ll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright ;

I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow,

If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now!



SS & S 660  When this passing world is done,

When has sunk yon radiant sun,

When the pearly gate I gain,

Never to go out again ;

Then, Lord, shall I fully know—-

Not till then—-how much I owe.



When I stand before the throne,

Dressed in beauty not my own ;

When I see Thee as Thou art,

Love Thee with unsinning heart :

Then, Lord, shall I fully know—-

Not till then—-how much I owe.



Chosen, not for good in me,

Wakened up from wrath to flee,

Hidden in the Saviour’s side,

By the Spirit sanctified :

Teach me, Lord, on earth to show,

By my love, how much I owe.


SS & S 661  My times are in Thy hand:

My God, I wish them there ;

My life, my friends, my soul—-I leave

Entirely to Thy care.



My times are in Thy hand,

Whatever they may be ;

Pleasing, or painful, dark or bright,

As best may seem to Thee.



My times are in Thy hand;

Why should I doubt or fear ?

My Father’s hand will never cause

His child a needless tear.



My times are in Thy hand,

Jesus, the crucified !

The hand my cruel sins had pierced,

Is now my guard and guide.



SS & S 662  Gracious Spirit, Holy Ghost,

Taught by Thee, we covet most

Of Thy gifts at Pentecost,

Holy, heavenly love.



Love is kind, and suffers long;

Love is meek, and thinks no wrong;

Love, than death itself more strong ;

Give us heavenly love.



Prophecy will fade away,

Melting in the light of day;

Love will ever with us stay :

Give us heavenly love.



Faith will vanish into sight ;

Hope be emptied in delight;

Love in heaven will shine more bright ;

Give us heavenly love.



Faith and hope and love we see

Joining hand in hand agree ;

But the greatest of the three,

And the best, is love.



From the overshadowing

Of Thy gold and silver wing,

Shed on us, who to Thee sing,

Holy, heavenly love.


SS & S 663  We bless Thee for Thy peace, O God,

Deep as the unfathomed sea,

Which falls like sunshine on the road

Of those who trust in Thee.



We ask not, Father, for repose

Which comes from outward rest,

If we may have thro’ all life’s woes

Thy peace within our breast.



That peace which suffers and is strong,

Trusts where it cannot see,

Deems not the trial way too long,

But leaves the end with Thee.



That peace which flows serene and

A river in the soul [deep,

Whose banks a living verdure keep—-

God’s sunshine o’er the whole.



O Father, give our hearts this peace,

Whate’er the outward be,

Till all life’s discipline shall cease,

And we go home to Thee.



SS & S 664  Yes, for me, for me He careth,

With a brother’s tender care;

Yes, with me, with me He shareth

Every burden, every fear.


Thus I wait . . for His returning,

Singing all . . the way to heaven ;

Such the joy – – ful song of morning,

Such the tran – – quil song of even.



Yes, for me He standeth pleading

At the mercy-seat above,

Ever for me interceding,

Constant in untiring love.



Yea, in me abroad He sheddeth

Joys unearthly, love, and light ;

And to cover me He spreadeth

His paternal wing of might.



Yes, in me, in me He dwelleth ;

I in Him, and He in me;

And my empty soul He filleth

Here and through eternity.


SS & S 665  Repeat the story o’er and o’er,

Of grace so full and free ;

I love to hear it more and more,

Since grace has rescued me.


The half . . was never told, . .

The half . . was never told, . .

Of grace divine, so wonderful,

The half . . was never told. . .



Of peace I only knew the name ;

Nor found my soul its rest,

Until the sweet-voiced angel came

To soothe my weary breast.

Of peace divine, so wonderful,

The half . . was never told. . .



My highest place is lying low

At my Redeemer’s feet ;

No real joy in life I know,

But in His service sweet.

Of joy divine, so wonderful,

The half . . was never told. . .



And oh, what rapture will it be

With all the host above,

To sing through all eternity

The wonders of His love !

Of love divine, so wonderful,

The half . . was never told. . .



SS & S 666  O peace divine and pure,

In wildest storm secure,

That feels the summer’s glow

‘Mid wintry ice and snow ;

When may I rise to this dear prize,

And fill my breast with inward rest ?



My life is tempest-tossed,

With wayward currents crossed,

Unhallowed cares deface

The soul’s most holy place ;

How may I bind these cares, and find

All passion spent in calm content ?



And though through storm and

I sail the vasty seas [stress

Of troubled thought—-in vain

I toil the shore to gain :

For yet within I’d feel my sin,

And still afar would shine Thy star.



Lord, only from Thy face

Beams forth this mystic grace,

And only in Thy love,

Beneath, around, above, [whole,

May my weak soul grow great and

And peace divine be fully mine.


SS & S 667  Saviour, teach me, day by day,

Love’s sweet lesson to obey;

Sweeter lesson cannot be,

Loving Him who first loved me.

Teach me, I am not my own,

I am Thine and Thine alone ;

Thine to keep, to rule, to save,

From all sin that would enslave.



With a child’s glad heart of love,

At Thy bidding may I move ;

Prompt to serve and follow Thee,

Loving Him who first loved me.

Tho’ Thy will should cross my own,

May it instantly be done ;

Thus may I rejoice to show

That I feel the love I owe.



Thine, Lord, was a bitter cup,

Thou didst meekly drink it up ;

Thou, the Father’s only Son,

Ever saidst, Thy will be done.

Teach me thus Thy steps to trace,

Strong to follow in Thy grace ;

Learning how to love from Thee,

Loving Him who so loved me.



Love in loving finds employ,

In obedience all her joy ;

Ever new that joy will be,

Loving Him who first loved me.

Though a foolish child and weak,

More than this I need not seek ;

Singing till Thy face I see,

Of His love who first loved me.



SS & S 668  Resting on the faithfulness of Christ our Lord,

Resting on the fulness of His own sure word ;

Resting on His wisdom, on His love and power,

Resting on His covenant from hour to hour.



Resting ‘neath His guiding hand for

untracked days,

Resting ‘neath His shadow from the noontide rays;

Resting at the eventide, beneath His wing,


In the fair pavilion of our Saviour- King.



Resting in the fortress while the foe is nigh,

Resting in the lifeboat while the waves roll high ;

Resting in His chariot for the swift

glad race,

Resting, always resting, in His boundless grace.



Resting in the pastures, and beneath the Rock,

Resting by the waters where He leads His flock ;

Resting, while we listen at His

glorious feet, [rest complete !

Resting in His arms of love—-oh,



Resting and believing, let us onward press,

Resting on Himself,  the Lord our Righteousness !

Resting and rejoicing, let His saved ones sing—

Glory, glory, glory be to Christ our King !


SS & S 669  Ho, my comrades ! see the signal

Waving in the sky !

Reinforcements now appearing,

Victory is nigh !


Hold the fort, for I am coming !

Jesus signals still ;

Wave the answer back to heaven,

By Thy grace we will !



See the mighty host advancing,

Satan leading on ;

Mighty men around us falling,

Courage almost gone !



See the glorious banner waving !

Hear the trumpet blow !

In our leader’s name we’ll triumph

Over every foe !



Fierce and long the battle rages,

But our help is near ;

Onward comes our great Commander,

Cheer, my comrades, cheer !



SS & S 670  Onward, soldiers ! onward to-day !

Christ our Leader calls us away ;

Quickly hasten forth to the field ;

March with sword and shield.


Forward, forward !  thus saith the Lord,

Fear not, faint not, trust in His Word ;

He will guard us, He will defend,

Till the strife shall end.



Onward, soldiers ! make no delay ;

Hear the orders, hear and obey ;

On to victory, on let us go,

Braving every foe.



Onward, soldiers ! on for the right,

Let our banners wave in the light ;

Soon the victor’s song we will sing,

Praise to God our King.



SS & S 671  Awake ! for the trumpet is sounding !

Awake to its call, and obey !

The voice of our Leader cries,  On-

Oh, let us no longer delay ! [ward !


No truce while the foe is unconquered ;

No laying the armour down !

No peace till the battle is ended,

And victory wins the crown !



Then gird on the sword of the Spirit,

With helmet, and breastplate, and shield ;

And valiantly follow your Captain,

Determined you never will yield !



Then forward ! O army of Zion,

With hearts that are loyal and brave !

Stand firm by the Cross and its banner,

And trust in the  Mighty to save !



SS & S 672  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 ?


In the name, . . . the precious name, . . .

Of Him who died for me.

Through grace I’ll win the promised crown

Whate’er my cross may be.



Must I be carried to the skies

On flowery beds of ease,

While others fought to win the prize

And sailed through bloody seas ?



Are there no foes for me to face ?

Must I not stem the flood ?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,

To help me on to God !



Since I must fight if I would reign,

Increase my courage, Lord !

I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,

Supported by Thy word.


SS & S 673  Conquering now and still to conquer,

Rideth a King in His might,

Leading the host of all the faithful

Into the midst of the fight ;

See them with courage advancing,

Clad in their brilliant array,

Shouting the name of their Leader,

Hear them exultingly say :


Not to the strong is the battle,

Not to the swift is the race;

Yet to the true and the faithful

Victory is promised through grace.



Conquering now and still to conquer:

Who is this wonderful King ?

Whence all the armies which He leadeth,

While of His glory they sing ?

He is our Lord and Redeemer,

Saviour and Monarch divine ;

They are the stars that for ever

Bright in His kingdom will shine.



Conquering now and still to conquer,

Jesus, Thou Ruler of all,

Thrones and their sceptres all shall perish,

Crowns and their splendour shall fall ;

Yet shall the armies Thou leadest,

Faithful and true to the last,

Find in Thy mansions eternal

Rest, when their warfare is past.



SS & S 674  Oft in sorrow, oft in woe,

Onward, Christians, onward go !

Fight the fight, maintain the strife,

Strengthened with the Bread of Life.



Onward, Christians, onward go !

Join the war, and face the foe :

Will ye flee in danger’s hour ?—-

Know ye not your Captain’s power ?



Let your drooping hearts be glad,

March, in heavenly armour clad :

Fight, nor think the battle long ;

Soon shall victory tune your song.



Let not sorrow dim your eye,

Soon shall every tear be dry ;

Let not tears your course impede,

Great your strength, if great your need.



Onward then to glory move,

More than conquerors ye shall prove :

Though opposed by many a foe,

Christian soldiers, onward go !


SS & S 675  There’s a royal banner given for display

To the soldiers of the King ;

As an ensign fair we lift it up to-day,

While as ransomed ones we sing.


Marching on ! . . Marching on ! . .

For Christ count everything but loss ; . . .

And to crown Him King, . toil and sing, .

‘Neath the banner of the cross !



Though the foe may rage and gather as the flood,

Let the standard be displayed !

And beneath its folds, as soldiers of the Lord,

For the truth be not dismayed !



Over land and sea, wherever man may dwell,

Make the glorious tidings known :

Of the crimson banner now the story tell,

While the Lord shall claim His own !



When the glory dawns—-’tis drawing very near;

It is hastening day by day—–

Then before our King the foe shall disappear,

And the Cross the world shall sway !



Gird on the sword and armour !

Let faith be thy strong shield ;

His promise shall sustain thee

On every battlefield.


2 Gird on the sword and armour !

Press on, the foe to fight ;

No enemy can harm thee.

For God sustains the right.


SS & S 676 Take courage, temperance workers !

You shall not suffer wreck,

While up to God the people’s prayers

Are ringing from your deck ;

Wait cheerily, ye workers,

For daylight and for land,

The breath of God is in your sails.

Your rudder in His hand.


Sail on, . . O ship of hope !

Sail on for truth and right ;

The breath of God is in your sails,

The haven is in sight !

The breath of God is in your sails,

The haven is in sight !



Sail on ! sail on ! deep-freighted

With blessings and with hopes ;

The good of old, with shadowy hands,

Are pulling at your ropes ;

Behind you, holy martyrs

Uplift the palm and crown ;

Before you, unborn ages send

Their benedictions down.



Speed on ! your work is holy,

God’s errands never fail !

Sweep on through storm and darkness wild,

The thunder and the hail ;

Toil on, the morning cometh,

The port you yet shall win !

And all the bells of God shall ring

The  Ship of Temperance  in !

SS & S 677  A song, a song for water bright,

In love and beauty flowing !

It sings its way in joy and might

The gift of heaven bestowing.


A song, a song for water fair,

As pure and free as mountain air !

A song, a song for water fair,

As pure and free as mountain air !



There’s balm in every sparkling drop,

In every wave there’s pleasure ;

In diamond spray it leaps away,

A lovely boon and treasure.



It nerves the hand to deeds of might ;

It wakes the heart to gladness ;

It breathes a psalm of pure delight,

And charms us all from sadness.


SS & S 678  Stand up ! stand up for Jesus !

Ye soldiers of the cross ;

Lift high His royal banner,

It must not suffer loss ;

From victory unto victory

His army shall He lead,

Till every foe is vanquished,

And Christ is Lord indeed.



Stand up ! stand up for Jesus !

The trumpet call obey ;

Forth to the mighty conflict

In this His glorious day !

Ye that are men now serve Him,

Against unnumbered foes ;

Let courage rise with danger,

And strength to strength oppose.



Stand up ! stand up for Jesus !

Stand in His strength alone :

The arm of flesh will fail you—

Ye dare not trust your own :

Put on the gospel armour,

And, watching unto prayer,

Where duty calls, or danger,

Be never wanting there.



Stand up ! stand up for Jesus !

The strife will not be long ;

This day the noise of battle,

The next the victor’s song ;

To him that overcometh

A crown of life shall be ;

He with the King of glory

Shall reign eternally.

SS & S 679  Jesus is calling ! Forth to the fray,

In line be falling, serve Him to-day !

Follow Him ever, call no retreat !

His soldiers never suffer defeat.


On to victory, follow your mighty Commander !

On to victory, follow where Jesus may go !

On to victory, close to your Shield and Defender !

On to victory, conquering every foe !



He needs you, brother: do thou His will;

Your place no other ever can fill :

Gird on the armour, take up the sword !

Join your Commander, follow your Lord !



Morning is coming, night will be past ;

Soon will the dawning break in at last—-

Then with the morning, glorious and bright,

Rich crowns adorning victors of light !


SS & S 680  Faint, yet Dursuine. we press our way

Up to the glorious gates of day ;

Following Him who has gone before,

Over the path to the brighter shore.


Faint, yet pursuing, from day to day,

Over the thorny and blood-marked way ;

Strengthen and keep us, O Saviour Friend,

Ever pursuing, unto life’s end !



Faint, yet pursuing, whate’er befal ;

He who has died for us, died for all :

So should they come as a mighty throng,

Bearing His banner aloft with song.



Faint, yet pursuing, till eventide,

Under the cross of the Crucified ;

Knowing, when darkly are skies o’ercast,

Sorrow and sighing will end at last.

SS & S 681  Encamped along the hills of light,

Ye Christian soldiers, rise,

And press the battle ere the night

Shall veil the glowing skies;

Against the foe in vales below

Let all our strength be hurled ;

Faith is the victory, we know,

That overcomes the world !


Faith . Is the victory ! Faith . is the victory

Oh, glorious victory, that overcomes the world.



His banner over us is Love,

Our sword, the Word of God ;

We tread the road the saints above

With shouts of triumph trod ;

By faith they, like a whirlwind’s breath,

Swept on o’er every field ;

The faith by which they conquered Death

Is still our shining shield.



On every hand the foe we find

Drawn up in dread array;

Let tents of ease be left behind,

And—-onward to the fray !

Salvation’s helmet on each head,

With truth all girt about,

The earth shall tremble ‘neath our tread,

And echo with our shout !


SS & S 682  Awake, our souls ; away, our fears ;

Let every trembling thought be gone ;

Awake, and run the heavenly race,

And put a cheerful courage on.



True, ’tis a strait and thorny road,

And mortal spirits tire and faint ;

But they forget the mighty God

That feeds the strength of every saint—–



Thee, mighty God, whose matchless

Is ever new and ever young, [power

And firm endures, while endless years

Their everlasting circles run.



From Thee, the overflowing spring,

Our souls shall drink a fresh supply,

While such as trust their native strength

Shall melt away, and droop, and die.

SS & S 683  We’re soldiers of the King,

Redeemed and saved by blood,

And now enlisted for the war

To fight for Christ the Lord.

In peril oft are we,

But joyfully we sing,

Our hearts made strong by Him who leads

The soldiers of the King.


We’re soldiers of the King, . . His praises we

will sing,, . .

And we will serve Him loyally, our great and glorious King.



We’re soldiers of the King,

His Name we gladly bear,

The Name once nailed above the Cross,

When Christ our King was there.

We’ll count our losses gain,

And welcome every sting,

To honour our Lord Jesus’ name,

As soldiers of the King.



We’re soldiers of the King,

With Him we shall appear,

If we with Him shall suffer now,

And His rejection share.

Then lift His banner high,

For time is on the wing,

The crowning day is hastening on

For soldiers of the King.


SS & S 684  Firmly stand for God, in the world’s mad strife,

Though the bleak winds roar, and the waves beat high :

‘Tis the Rock alone giveth strength and life,

When the hosts of sin are nigh.


Let us stand on the Rock ! firmly stand on the Rock !

On the Rock of Christ alone :

If the strife we endure, we shall stand secure,

‘Mid the throng who surround the throne.



Firmly stand for Right, with a motive pure,

With a true heart bold, and a faith e’er strong ;

‘Tis the Rock alone giveth triumph sure,

O’er the world’s array of wrong.



Firmly stand for Truth ! it will serve you best ;

Though it waiteth long, it is sure at last ;

‘Tis the Rock alone giveth peace and rest

When the storms of life are past.

SS & S 685  Be ye strong in the Lord and the power of His might !

Firmly standing for the truth of His Word ;

He shall lead you safely through the

thickest of the fight,

You shall conquer in the name of the Lord !


F’rmly stand . . . for the right ! . . .

On to victory at the King’s command

For the honour of the Lord,

And the triumph of His Word,

In the strength of the Lord firmly stand !



Be ye strong in the Lord and the

power of His might !

Never turning from the face of the foe ;

He will surely by you stand, as you

battle for the right :

In the power of His might onward go !



Be ye strong in the Lord and the

power of His might !

For His promises shall never, never fail :

He will hold thy right hand, while

battling for the right,

Trusting Him thou shalt for evermore prevail.


SS & S 686  Christian, seek not yet repose ;

Cast thy dreams of ease away,

Thou art in the midst of foes :

Watch and pray.



Principalities and powers,

Mustering their unseen array,

Wait for thine unguarded hours :

Watch and pray.



Gird thy heavenly armour on,

Wear it ever night and day ;

Ambushed lies the Evil One :

Watch and pray.



Hear the victors who o’ercame ;

Still they mark each warrior’s way ;

All with one sweet voice exclaim,

Watch and pray.



Hear, above all, hear thy Lord,

Him thou lovest to obey ;

Hide within thy heart His word,

Watch and pray.



Watch, as if on that alone

Hung the issue of the day ;

Pray that help may be sent down :

Watch and pray.

SS & S 687  Lo ! the day of God is breaking ;

See the gleaming from afar !

Sons of earth from slumber waking

Hail the Bright and Morning Star.


Hear the call ! Oh, gird your armour on,

Grasp the Spirit’s mighty Sword ;

Take the Helmet of Salvation,

Pressing on to battle for the Lord !



Trust in Him who is your Captain ;

Let no heart in terror quail ;

Jesus leads the gathering legions,

In His name we shall prevail.



Onward marching, firm and steady,

Faint not, fear not Satan’s frown ;

For the Lord is with you alway,

Till you wear the victor’s crown.



Conquering hosts with banners waving,

Sweeping on o’er hill and plain,

Ne’er shall halt till swells the anthem

Christ o’er all the world doth reign !


SS & S 688  Hark ! a voice is calling :  Who will go to-day ? . .

Who My service seeking, will not say Me nay ? . .

Who will hold My banner forward in the fight, . .

‘Gainst My foes engaging, stand for God and right ?


Jesus leads His army, ‘neath His flag unfurled,

All our foes defeating, right shall sweep the world !



On God’s might relying till the victory’s won, . .

Satan’s host defying, gird our armour on ! . .

For the cause that’s holy, for the right

that’s grand, . .

For God’s warfare solely, join we heart and hand !



Hear the tramp of legions, marching as they sing, . .

Glory to our Leader, glory to our King !  . .

One in holy purpose, from the near and far, . .

Hear the voices ringing, marching to the war !

SS & S 689  Give thanks unto God who is able and willing

To save to the uttermost all who draw near ;

To send out His light, their redemption fulfilling,

While His wonderful love shall dispel every fear.


Arise ! . . arise ! . . Arise, for thy light is come.

Arise ! . . arise ! . . Arise, for thy light is come !’

The light … of truth . . to lead . . . thee home ; . .

Arise ! oh, arise ! for thy light is come !



Sweet hope in the home of the

drunkard hath risen,

Where the darkness of sorrow too

long held its reign ;

He hath cast off his fetters, and burst

from his prison,

And the sunshine of joy fills his

heart once again.



Then banish the wine-cup, and seek

for a blessing

From Him in whose might you alone can prevail :

For they who will seek Him, their

weakness confessing,

Shall have strength to resist all the

foes who assail.


SS & S 690  What though th’ accuser roar

Of ills that I have done ;

I know them well, and thousands more ;

Jehovah findeth none.



His be the Victor’s name

Who fought our fight alone ;

Triumphant saints no honour claim ;

Their conquest was His own.



By weakness and defeat,

He won the meed and crown ;

Trod all our foes beneath His feet,

By being trodden down.



He hell in hell laid low ;

Made sin, He sin o’erthrew ;

Bowed to the grave, destroyed it so,

And death, by dying, slew.

SS & S 691  Trust on, trust on, believer !

Though long the conflict be,

Thou yet shall prove victorious ;

Thy God shall tight for thee.


Trust on ! . . trust on ! . .

Though dark the night and drear :

Trust on ! . . trust on I . .

The morning dawn is near.



Trust on ! the danger presses,

Temptation strong is near;

Over life’s dangerous rapids

He shall thy passage steer.



The Lord is strong to save us,

He is a faithful friend :

Trust on, trust on, believer !

Oh, trust Him to the end !


SS & S 692  Onward ! upward ! Christian soldier,

Turn not back nor sheath thy sword :

Let its blade be sharp for conquest

In the battle for the Lord.

From the great white throne eternal,

God Himself is looking down ;

He it is who now commands thee,



Take the cross and win the crown.

Onward ! upward ! doing, daring

All for Him who died for thee;

Face the foe and meet with boldness

Danger, whatsoe’er it be.

From the battlements of glory,

Holy ones are looking down ;

Thou canst almost hear them shouting :

On ! let no one take thy crown.



Onward ! till thy course is finished,

Like the ransomed ones before ;

Keep the faith through persecution,

Never give the battle o’er.

Onward ! upward ! till victorious

Thou shalt lay thine armour down,

And thy loving Saviour bids thee

At His hand receive thy We’re marching to Canaan with banner and song,

We’re soldiers enlisted to fight ‘gainst the wrong ;

But, lest in the conflict our strength

should divide,

We ask, Who among us is on the Lord’s side ?


Oh, who is there among us,

The true and the tried,

Who’ll stand by his colours ?

Who’s on the Lord’s side ?



The sword may be burnished, the

armour be bright,

For Satan appears as an angel of light;

Yet darkly the bosom may treachery hide,

While lips are professing, I’m on the Lord’s side.



Who is there among us yet under the rod,

Who knows not the pardoning mercy of God !

Oh, bring to Him humbly the heart in its pride ;

Oh, haste while He’s waiting, and seek the Lord’s side.



Oh, heed f the sorrow, the pain,

or the wrong,

For soon shall our sighing be changed into song ;

So, bearing the cross of our covenant Guide,

We’ll shout, as we triumph,  I’m on the Lord’s side. .


SS & S 693  We’re marching to Canaan with banner and song,

We’re soldiers enlisted to fight ‘gainst the wrong ;

But, lest in the conflict our strength

should divide,

We ask, Who among us is on the Lord’s side ?


Oh, who is there among us,

The true and the tried,

Who’ll stand by his colours ?

Who’s on the Lord’s side ?



The sword may be burnished, the

armour be bright,

For Satan appears as an angel of light;

Yet darkly the bosom may treachery hide,

While lips are professing, I’m on the Lord’s side.



Who is there among us yet under the rod,

Who knows not the pardoning mercy of God !

Oh, bring to Him humbly the heart in its pride ;

Oh, haste while He’s waiting, and seek the Lord’s side.



Oh, heed not the sorrow, the pain,

or the wrong,

For soon shall our sighing be changed into song ;

So, bearing the cross of our covenant Guide,

We’ll shout, as we triumph,  I’m on the Lord’s side.


SS & S 694  The Son of God goes forth to war,

A kingly crown to gain ;

His blood-red banner streams afar,

Who follows in His train ?

Who best can drink His cup of woe,

Triumphant over pain ;

Who patient bears his cross below,

He follows in His train.



The martyr first, whose eagle eye

Could pierce beyond the grave :

Who saw his Master in the sky,

And called on Him to save :

Like Him, with pardon on his tongue,

In midst of mortal pain,

He prayed for them that did the wrong :

Who follows in his train ?



A glorious band, the chosen few,

On whom the Spirit came:

Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,

And mocked the cross and flame.

They met the tyrant’s brandished steel,

The lion’s gory mane ;

They bowed their necks the death to feel :

Who follows in their train ?


SS & S 695  Only an armour-bearer, firmly I stand,

Waiting to follow at the King’s command ;

Marching, if  Onward  shall the order be,

Standing by my Captain, serving faithfully.


Hear ye the battle-cry !  Forward !  the call ;

See, see, the faltering ones, backward they fall.

Surely my Captain may depend on me,

Though but an armour-bearer I may be.



Only an armour-bearer, now in the field,

Guarding a shining helmet, sword, and shield,

Waiting to hear the thrilling battle- cry,

Ready then to answer,  Master, here am I.



Only an armour-bearer, yet may I share

Glory immortal, and a bright crown wear :

If in the battle to my trust I’m true,

Mine shall be the honours in the

Grand Review.


SS & S 696  Mine eyes have seen the glory

of the coming of the Lord ;

He is trampling out the vintage where

the grapes of wrath are stored ;

He hath loosed the fateful lightning

of His terrible, swift sword :

Our God is marching on.


Glory ! glory ! Hallelujah!

Glory ! glory ! Hallelujah !

Glory ! glory I Hallelujah !

Our God is marching on.



I have seen Him in the watch-fires

of a hundred circling camps ;

They have builded Him an altar in

the evening dews and damps ;

I can read His righteous sentence by

the dim and flaring lamps :

Our God is marching on.



He has sounded forth the trumpet

that shall never call retreat ;

He is sifting out the hearts of men

before His judgment-seat :

Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer

Him ! be jubilant, my feet !

Our God is marching on.



In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was

born across the sea,

With a glory in His bosom that

transfigures you and me :

As He died to make men holy, let us

die to make men free,

While God is marching on.

SS & S 697  Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin,

Each victory will help you some other to win ;

Fight manfully onward, dark passions subdue,

Look ever to Jesus, He’ll carry you through.


Ask the Saviour to help you,

Comfort, strengthen, and keep y&u;

He is willing to aid you,

He will carry you through.



Shun evil companions, bad language disdain,

God’s name hold in reverence, nor take it in vain :

Be thoughtful and earnest, kind-hearted and true ;

Look ever to Jesus, He’ll carry you through.



To him that o’ercometh God giveth a crown ;

Through faith we shall conquer,

though often cast down ;

He who is our Saviour our strength

will renew ;

Look ever to Jesus, He’ll carry you through.


SS & S 698  O brother, life’s journey beginning,

With courage and firmness arise !—-

Look well to the course thou art choosing;

Be earnest, be watchful, and wise !

Remember—-two paths are before thee,

And both thy attention invite ;

But one leadeth on to destruction,

The other to joy and delight.


God help you to follow His banner,

And serve Him wherever you go ;

And when you are tempted, my brother,

God give you the grace to say  No !



O brother, yield not to the tempter,

No matter what others may do ;

Stand firm in the strength of the Master,

Be loyal, be faithful, and true !

Each trial will make you the stronger,

If you, in the name of the Lord,

Fight manfully under your Leader,

Obeying the voice of His word.



O brother, the Saviour is calling !

Beware of the danger of sin ;

Resist not the voice of the Spirit,

That whispers so gently within.

God calls you to enter His service—-

To live for Him here, day by day ;

And share by and by in the glory

That never shall vanish away.

SS & S 699  Hark ! the temperance bells are ringing,

Joyous music fills the air ;

Strength and hope their tones are bringing

To the homes where dwelt despair.


Hear the bells, . . . joyous bells, . . .

Chime the anthem of the free ;

Hear the bells, . . . merry bells, . . .

Sound the temperance jubilee !



Long the tyrant foe hath taken

Cherished loved ones for his own ;

Now his cruel power is shaken,

Soon will fall his tottering throne.



Brothers, come ! the hosts are forming !

Let us join without delay;

Bright the hills with tints of morning,

Dawning of a better day.




SS & S 700  Down from the mountains a gay little stream,

Leaping along, leaping along,

Sang a sweet tune to the sun’s merry beam,

Leaping along, along.


Murmuring stream, murmuring stream,

Flow to the rolling sea ;

Murmuring stream, murmuring stream,

Singing of purity.



Cooling the grass in the long summer hours,

Smiling along, smiling along ;

Giving a drink to the birds and the flowers,

Smiling along, along.



Wider and wider as onward you flow,

Rippling along, rippling along ;

Carry a blessing wherever you go,

Rippling along, along.



Bright little streamlets we children may be,

Singing along, singing along,

Loving and helpful, pure-hearted and free,

Singing along, along.