458. C. M. Watts. 1 am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ. I' "M not asham'd to own my Lord, Maintain the honour of his word, 2 Jesus, my God! I know his name, 3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, 4 Then will he own my worthless name 459. L. M. Watts. Submission and Deliverance. Gen. xxii. 6-13. SAINTS, at your heavenly Father's word, He shall restore what you resign, 460. C. M. My heart is fixed. Psalm cviii. 1. Jesus, thy precious blood's my stay 2 2 'My heart is fixt'-it trusts in God, My portion and my choice; Firmly it rests upon his word, 3 'My heart is fixt'-his power controls, His wisdom guides me still; He calms the tempest, or it rolls 4 'My heart is fixt'-has satan then, 5 My heart is fixt'-ye earthly toys, Fly, then, ye treacherous, fleeting joys! 6 Though fickle in my inward frame,-My outward conduct ill; Sweet Jesus! in thy glorious name F 461 S. M. Newton. The Pilgrim's Song. ROM Egypt lately freed, A dark and thorny path we tread, The promis'd land of peace, 3 Here, often, from our eyes Clouds hide the light divine; 4 Here griefs, and cares, and pains, But there eternal pleasure reigns, 3 Lord, pardon our complaints, The joy prepar'd, for suffering saints, 462. L. M. Fawcett. Thou shalt remember all this way. Deut. viii. 2. HUS far my God hath led me on, Tand made his truth and mercy known: My hopes and fears alternate rise, And comforts mingle with my sighs. 2 Through this wide wilderness I roam, Far distant from my blissful home; Lord, let thy presence be my stay, And guard me in this dangerous way. 3 Temptations everywhere annoy; And sins and snares my peace destroy; My earthly joys are from me torn, And oft an absent God I mourn. 4 My soul, with various tempests toss'd, Her hopes o'erturned, her projects cross'd, Sees every day new straits attend, And wonders where the scene will end. 5 Is this, dear Lord, that thorny road Which leads us to the mount of God? Are these the toils thy people know, While in the wilderness below? 6 "Tis even so,-thy faithful love Doth all thy children's graces prove; "Tis thus our pride and self must fall, That Jesus may be All in Ail. 463. PART II. L. M. Watts. Few saved; or almost Christian. BROAD is the road that leads to death. And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrower path, 2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross,' And seals his own destruction sure. 464. C. M. Walls. Complaining of spiritual sloth. My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? Nothing has half thy work to do, Yet we, who have a heaven t' obtain, 3 We, for whose sake all nature stands, We, for whose guard the angel bands 4 We, for whom God the Son came down, And labour'd for our good; How careless to secure that crown, 5 Lord! shall we lie so sluggish still, Come, holy Dove, from th' heavenly hill, 6 Then shall our active spirits move, With hands of faith, and wings of love, IS 465. 7's. Cowper. Not to live without the cross, my happiness below 2 Trials must, and will befall, way; 3 Trials make the promise sweet; 466. C. M. The daily cross. Luke ix. 23. ALL, who through Christ the living way, Would e'er to heaven attain; Must bear the cross from day to day, 2 A censuring world, a tempting fiend, 3 Beneath the cross this friend I found, |