FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT with all thy might,
Christ is thy strength, and Christ thy right.
Lay hold on life, and it shall be
Thy joy and crown eternally.

Run the straight race through God’s good grace,
Lift up thine eyes and seek His face.
Life with its way before thee lies,
Christ is the path, and Christ the prize.

Cast care aside, lean on thy Guide.
His boundless mercy will provide.
Lean, and the trusting soul shall prove
Christ is its life, and Christ its love.

Faint not, nor fear, His arms are near.
He changeth not, and thou art dear.
Only believe, and thou shalt see
That Christ is all in all to thee.
     John S. B. Monsell.

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ETERNAL FATHER, STRONG TO SAVE,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bidd’st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep:
O hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea.

O Christ, whose voice the waters heard,
And hushed their raging at Thy word,
Who walkedst on the foaming deep,
And calm amid the storm didst sleep:
O hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea.

O Holy Spirit, who didst brood
Upon the waters dark and rude,
And bid their angry tumult cease,
And give, for wild confusion, peace:
O hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea.

O Trinity of love and power,
Our brethren shield in danger’s hour.
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe’er they go:
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.
     William Whiting
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JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past.
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee.
Leave, ah, leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring.
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
More than all in Thee I find.
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy name,
I am all unrighteousness.
False and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin.
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art.
Freely let me take of Thee.
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
     Charles Wesley.
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BE THOU MY VISION, O Lord of my heart,
Be all else but naught to me, save that Thou art.
Be Thou my best thought in the day and the night,
Both waking and sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my wisdom, be Thou my true word,
Be Thou ever with me, and I with Thee, Lord.
Be Thou my great Father, and I Thy true son.
Be Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my breastplate, my sword for the fight.
Be Thou my whole armour, be Thou my true might.
Be Thou my soul’s shelter, be Thou my strong tower:
O raise Thou me heavenward, great Power of my power.

Riches I need not, nor man’s empty praise:
Be Thou mine inheritance now and always;
Be Thou and Thou only the first in my heart:
O Sovereign of heaven, my treasure Thou art.

High King of heaven, Thou heaven’s bright Sun,
O grant me its joys after victory is won.
Great Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be Thou my vision, O Ruler of all.
     Mary E. Byrne & Eleanor H. Hull.
Contributors:   Revd. Samuel S. Thorp, Deborah Yeates, Kathryn Grudgings, Sylvia Bentham, Roy Bentham,
Production:   David Carter