We gird our armor on to meet
The enemy’s advance;
But in the frenzy of retreat,
Too often yield to chance,
Stand ready; boldly face the front;
Press on and on: prevail.
Be brave to bear the battle’s brunt;
The hero cannot fail.
WHY WILL YE DIE?
Why will ye die?
Why will ye die?
With sin the world is rife,
But there is one who draweth nigh:
He brings eternal life.
Eternal life!
Eternal life!
How gentle is the voice,
That calls thee from the toil and strife:—
“My child, repent! Rejoice!”
Repent! Rejoice!
Repent! Rejoice!
Oh, bid Him enter in.
By making Jesus Christ our choice,
Love’s fair reward we win.
THE TESTING TIME.
When Trouble frowns upon our way
And still we bravely overcome,
The griefs besieging us each day;
Desirous as best we may,
To bear the duties burdensome.