FEDERAL STREET. . L. M. HENRY KEMBLE OLIVER. 604 Not ashamed of Jesus. 1 JESUS, and shall it ever be, 2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far 3 Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon 5 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, 6 Till then-nor is my boasting vain- 'Tis my delight thy face to see, And serve the cause of such a Friend. 3 I would not sigh for worldly joy, Or to increase my worldly good; Nor future days nor powers employ To spread a sounding name abroad. 4 'Tis to my Saviour I would live, To him who for my ransom died; Nor could all worldly honor give Such bliss as crowns me at his side. 5 His work my hoary age shall bless, PHILIP DODDRIDGE, 606 Beginning the labors of the day. 2 Thee will I set at my right hand, Whose eyes mine inmost substance see; And labor on at thy command, And offer all my works to thee. 3 Give me to bear thy easy yoke, And every moment watch and pray; And still to things eternal look, And hasten to thy glorious day. 4 For thee delightfully employ Whate'er thy bounteous grace hath given; And run my course with even joy, CHARLES WESLEY. 608 Faith of our fathers. 1 FAITH of our fathers! living still In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword: 2 Our fathers, chained in prisons dark, FREDERICK W. FABER. 17, 6. 8. Tune, Penitence. Page 204.] 609 Thy service is perfect freedom. 1 Lo cone with joy to do The Master's blessed will; NAOMI. C. M. HANS GEORGE NAEGELI, ARR. BY LOWELL Mason. 610 A calm and thankful heart. 1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss 2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end. ANNE STEELE. 611 The only solace in sorrow. 1 0 THOU who driest the mourner's tear, 2 The friends who in our sunshine live, 3 But thou wilt heal that broken heart, 4 0 who could bear life's stormy doom, Did not thy wing of love Come brightly wafting through the gloom, Our peace-branch from above? 5 Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows bright With more than rapture's ray; As darkness shows us worlds of light THOMAS MOORE. 612 Consolation in sickness. 1 WHEN languor and disease invade 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend 3 Sweet to look back, and see my name 4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine 5 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope, 6 If such the sweetness of the stream, Where saints and angels draw their bliss Directly, Lord, from thee! AUGUSTUS M. TOPLADY. ST. AUGUSTINE. C. M. * REV. JOHN BLACK. 613 Friend of souls. 10 FRIEND of souls! how blest the time When in thy love I rest, When from my weariness I climb 2 The night of sorrow endeth there, The heaven of heavens is won. 3. The world may call itself my foe, Or flatter and allure: I care not for the world; I go To this tried Friend and sure. 4 And when life's flercest storms are sent Upon life's wildest sea, My little bark is confident, Because it holdeth thee. To others, death seems dark and grim, I know thou ne'er forsakest him 6 Nay, rather, with a joyful heart From this dark desert, and depart 614 WOLFGANG C. DESSLER. Unfaltering trust. 1 FATHER of love, our Guide and Friend, O lead us gently on, Until life's trial-time shall end, And heavenly peace be won. 2 We know not what the path may be As yet by us untrod; But we can trust our all to thee, 3 If called, like Abraham's child, to climb The hill of sacrifice, Some angel may be there in time; 4 Or, if some darker lot be good, The sorrow, pain, or solitude, That make the spirit pure. 5 Christ by no flowery pathway came; Must do thy will and praise thy name, 6 And, till in heaven we sinless bow, O Father, Son, and Spirit, now 615 WILLIAM J. IRONS. Crosses and blessings. 1 SINCE all the varying scenes of time God's watchful eye surveys, O who so wise to choose our lot, Or to appoint our ways? 2 Good, when he gives-supremely good, Nor less when he denies; E'en crosses, from his sovereign hand, 3 Why should we doubt a Father's love, JAMES HERVEY. WILLIAM BATCHELDER BRadbury. CADDO. C. M. 616 Habitual devotion. 1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power, 2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed; 8 In each event of life, how clear Each blessing to my soul more dear, 4 In every joy that crowns my days, My heart shall find delight in praise, 5 When gladness wings my favored hour, 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see: My steadfast heart shall know no fear; That heart will rest on thee. HELEN M. WILLIAMS. 617 Acquiescence in the Divine will. 1 AUTHOR of good, we rest on thee: Thine ever watchful eye Alone our real wants can see, Thy hand alone supply. 10 THOU, who in the olive shade, 2 O by the anguish of that night, 3 And thou, that, when the starry sky 4 By thy meek Spirit, thou, of all That e'er have mourned the chief, Blest Saviour, if the stroke must fall, Hallow this whelming grief. MRS. FELICIA D. HEMANS |