2 Aliam'd of Jefus ! fooner far
Let ev'ning blain to own a ftar
Afham'd of Jefus! just as foon
Let morning bluín to own the fun.
Aham'd of Jefus! that dear friend,
On whom for heav'n my hopes depend;
No, if I blush, be this my fame,
That I no more revere his name!

3

4 Aham'd of Jefus ! Yes I may,
When I've no fin to wash away,
No tears to wipe, no joys tó crave,
Or no immortal foul to fave..

5 Till then, nor is the boafting vain,
Till then I'll beaft a Saviour flain;
And, O, may this my portion be,
The Saviour not afham'd of me!

HYMN CXXXII.

HE dies, the friend of finners dies!

Lo Salem's daughters weep around,
A folemn darknefs veils the kies

A fudden trembling fhakes the ground!
Come, faints, and drop a tear or two
For him who groan'd beneath your load!
He fhed a thousand drops for you,

A thousand drops of richer blood.
2 Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of glory dies for man!
But lo! what fudden joys we fee,
Jefus, the dead, revives again!
The rifing God forfakes the tomb :
(In vain the tomb forbids his rife)
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And fhout him welcome to the fkies.

3 Break off your tears, ye faints, and tell How high our great Deliv'rer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the hofts of hell,

And led the monster, Death, in chains: Say, "Live for ever, wond'rous King! "Born to redeem, and strong to fave!" Then afk the monster-" Where's thy fting? "And, where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?"

HYMN CXXXIII.

THE defpifed Nazarene,

Who is chief in my esteem;

Mark'd with fcourges, nails, and spear,
Hung an enfign in the air.

None among the fons of men,
None among the heav'nly train,
Can with my Belov'd compare,

Who to me is ever dear.

2 Had I Gabriel's heav'nly tongue,
He should ever be my fong;
Object of my prefent blifs,
Subject of my future praise.
Ravish'd I'm beyond degree,
While I view him on the tree;
All his wounds and bruifes are
To my foul exceeding fair.
3 Other lovers I defpife;
Mine is gone beyond the skies:
Earthly things are far too mean
To divert me from the Lamb.
How, my Lord, fhall I set forth
All thy dignity and worth?
Human words cannot exprefs
Half thy love and half thy praise,
4 From thy fulness me fupply
Of thy grace to testify;

Let my fellow-creatures prove
What is tafted in thy love.
Soul and body fink with thame,
While Thee, my Saviour narke!
Soul and body, Lord, fet free
in the gospel liberty."

HYMN CXXXIV.

FOR PILGRIMS.

YE happy Pilgrims come,

Your drooping fpirits raife,
Our Jefus foon will take us home
To fing his endless praise.

CHORU S.

Hallelujab, ballelujah, hallelujah,
We are on our journey bome.

Rife, this is not our rest,

Why feek it here in vain ?

When ready for the marriage feast,

We there our reft fhall gain.

We reft from fin below,

Hallelujab, &c..

From fuff'ring up on ligh,

If in the ways of grace we go
To glory in the fky.

As ftrangers here we live,
Nor 'biding city find;

Hallelujab, &c.

And all our hearts to Jefus give,

And leave the world behind.

Hallelujah,

Thus faints in ancient days

A country fought above

And haften'd their with fongs of praise,
And hearts inflam'd with love.

Hallelujab, &c.

Their fteps let us pursue,

And fight our paffage through,
And always keep the prize in view
Till we arrive there too.

Hallelujab, &c.

The prize-behold how bright

It glitters through the sky!

Hafte, pilgrims hafte, and run, and fight,

And feize the crown fo nigh.

Hallelujah, &c.

HYMN CXXXV.

THOU to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,

Thro' all the world how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!

2 In heav'n thy wond'rous acts are fung,
Nor fully reckon'd there;

And yet thou mak'ft the infant tongue
Thy boundless praise declare.

3 What's man, fay I, that, Lord, thou lov'ft To keep him in thy mind?

Or what his offspring, that thou prov't
To him fo wond'rous kind?

CHORUS.

To that great undivided Three,

One God, whom heav'n and earth adore,

As 'tavas and is, all glory be,

Till time itself fhall be no more. Hallelujah,

HYMN CXXXVI.

PLUNG'D in a gulph of dark despair,

We wretched finners lay,

Without one cheering beam of hope,
Or fpark of glimm'ring day.

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace
Beheld our helpless grief;

He faw, and (Oh! amazing love!)
He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the fhining feats above,
With joyful hafte he fled;
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 Oh! for this love, let rocks and hills
Their lafting filence break,

And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises fpeak.

5 Angels, affift our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold;
But when you raife your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

HYMN CXXXVII.

VAIN, delufive world, adieu,

With all of creature-good,
Only Jefus I purfue,

Who bought me with his blood!
All thy pleasures I forego,

I trample on thy wealth and pride;
Only Jefus will I know,"

And Jefus crucify'd!

2 Other knowledge I difdain,

'Tis all but vanity:

Chrift, the Lamb of God, was flain,

He tafted death for me!
Me to fave from endless woe,

The fin atoning victim dy'd l

Only Jefus will I know,

And Jefus crucify'd !