813

Not ashamed of Jesus. JESUS, and shall it ever be,

L. M.

A mortal man ashamed of thee! Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,Whose glories shine through endless days.

2 Ashamed of Jesus 1-that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend; No!-when I blush, be this my shame,That I no more revere his Name. 3 Ashamed of Jesus !-yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away; No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. 4 Till then-nor is my boasting vainTill then, I boast a Saviour slain; And O, may this my glory be,That Christ is not ashamed of me. 814

Waiting upon the Lord.

C. M.

STILL, for thy loving-kindness, Lord,
1 in thy temple wait:

I look to find thee in thy word,
Or at thy table meet.

2 Here, in thine own appointed ways,
I wait to learn thy will:

Silent I stand before thy face,

And hear thee say,-Be still!

3 Be still! and know that I am God;→
"Tis all I live to know;

To feel the virtue of thy blood,
And spread its praise below.

4 I wait my vigour to renew,-
Thine image to retrieve;

The veil of outward things pass through, And gasp in thee to live.

815

The signature of God's love.

LORD, in thy hand I lie,

S. M.

And wait thy will to prove;
My Potter, stamp on me, thy clay,
Thine only stamp of love:
Be this my whole desire;

I know that it is thine;
Then kindle in my soul a fire
Which shall forever shine.

2 O plant in me thy mind;
O fix in me thy home:
So shall I ery to all mankind,-
Come to the waters, come.
Jesus is full of grace;

To all his bowels move;
Behold in me, ye fallen race,
That God is only love.

816

Living to the glory of God.

L. M.

THOU! who hast at thy command The hearts of all men in thy hand; Our wayward, erring hearts incline To have no other will but thine. 2 Our wishes, our desires, control; Mould every purpose of the soul; O'er all may we victorious prove That stands between us and thy love. 8 Thrice blest will all our blessings be, When we can look through them to thee; When each glad heart its tribute pays Of love, and gratitude, and praise. 4 And while we to thy glory live, May we to thee all glory give, Until the final summons come, That calls thy willing servants home.

817

L. M.

Living to serve the cause of Christ.

MY gracious Lord, I own thy right

To every service I can pay,

And call it my supreme delight
To hear thy dictates, and obey.
2 What is my being but for thee,-
Its sure support, its noblest end!
"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 & sounding name abroad.
4 'Tis to my Saviour I would live,-
To him who for my ransom died;
Nor could all worldly honour give
Such bliss as crowns me at his side.
His work my hoary age shall bless,
When youthful vigour is no more;
And my last hour of life confess
His saving love, his glorious power.

818

4th P. M. 886, 886.

Looking unto Jesus.

ARE there not in the labourer's day
Twelve hours, in which he safely may
His calling's work pursue?

Though sin and Satan still are near,
Nor sin nor Satan can I fear,

With Jesus in my view.

2 Light of the world! thy beams I bless;
On thee, bright Sun of righteousness,
My faith hath fix'd its eye:
Guided by thee, through all I go,
Nor fear the ruin spread below,
For thou art always nigh.

3 Ten thousand snares my paths beset,
Yet will I, Lord, the work complete,
Which thou to me hast given;
Regardless of the pains I feel,
Close by the gates of death and hell,
I urge my way to heaven.

819

Strengthen the weak hands. THOU seest our weakness, Lord; Our hearts are known to thee; O lift thou up the sinking hand, Confirm the feeble knee.

2 Let us in life, in death,

Thy steadfast truth declare;
And publish, with our latest breath,
Thy love and guardian care.

820

S. M.

2d P. M. 6 lines 8s.

The image of the heavenly.

all, sent to fulfil

LORD over all, sent er's sov'reign will,

To thy dread sceptre will I bow; With duteous rev'rence at thy feet, Like humble Mary, lo! I sit;

Speak, Lord, thy servant heareth now. 2 The world, sin, death, oppose in vain; Thou, by thy dying, death hast slain, My great Deliv'rer, and my God! In vain does the old dragon rage; In vain all hell its powers engage; None can withstand thy conqu'ring blood. 8 Renew thine image, Lord, in me; Lowly and gentle may I be;

No charms but these to thee are dear;

No anger may'st thou ever find,

No pride in my unruffled mind,

But faith and heaven-born peace be there.

4 A patient, a victorious mind,
That life and all things casts behind,
Springs forth obedient to thy call;
A heart that no desire can move,
But still to' adore, believe, and love,
Give me, my Lord, my life, my all!

821

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The all-sufficient Portion.

L. M.

LOVE, thy sov'reign aid impart, And guard the gift thyself hast given: My portion, thou, my treasure art,

My life, and happiness, and heaven.

2 Would aught on earth my wishes share!
Though dear as life the idol be,
The idol from my breast I'll tear,
Resolved to seek my all in thee.

3 Whate'er I fondly counted mine,
To thee, my Lord, I here restore;
Gladly I all to thee resign;
Give me thyself, I ask no more.

822

W

1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.

Circumspection.

WATCH'D by the world's malignant eye, Who load us with reproach and shame, As servants of the Lord most high, As zealous for his glorious Name, We ought in all his paths to move With holy fear and humble love.

2 That wisdom, Lord, on us bestow, From every evil to depart;

To stop the mouth of every foe,

While, upright both in life and heart, The proofs of godly fear we give,

Ard show them how the Christians live.