Stand up! stand up for Jesus! Stand in His strength alone; The arm ot flesh will fail you— Ye dare not trust your own; Put on the gospel armor. And, watching unto prayer. Where duty calls, or danger, Be never wanting there. Stand up! stand up for Jesus I 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.
Retreat. Pat's Pick, page 105. Key of O.
From every stormy wind that blows. From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat; 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads,— A place than all besides more sweet; ft is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
