458. C. M. Watts. I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ. I'M M not asham'd to own my Lord,

Nor to defend his cause; Maintain the honour of his word,

The glory of his cross.
2 Jesus, my Gou! I know his name,

His name is all my trust;
Nor will he put my soul to shame,

Nor let my hope be lost.
3 Firm as his throne his, promise stands,

And he can well secure
What I've committed to his hands,

Till the decisive hour.
4 Then will he own my worthless name

Before his Father's face, And in the new Jerusalem

Appoint my soul a place.

459. L. M. Watts. Submission and Deliverance. Gen. xxi. 6-13. SAINTS, at your heavenly Father's word,

; He shall restore what yo'i resign,

Or grant you blessings more divine. 2 Just in the last distressing hour,

The Lord displays delivering power;
The mount of danger is the place
Where we shall see surprising grace.

460. C. M.
My heart is fixed. Psalm cviii. 1.
heart is fixt-did David say?

I
Jesus, thy precious bluod 's my stay;

I nothing good can dou

*M\May Ti not say

so too?

2.My heart is fixt'-it trusts in God, My portion and my

choice; Firmly it rests upon his word,

And doth in him rejoice, 3.My heart is fixt-his power controls,

His wisdom guides me still;
He calms the tempest, or it rolls

Obedient to his will.
4 My heart is fixt—has satan then,

The power to break my hold ?
My Lord beholds, just how, and when,

This wolf comes near his fold.
5 .My heart is fixt'ye earthly toys,

Ti is nct fixt on you;
Fly, then, ye treacherous, fleeting joys!

My Jesus I 'll pursue. 6 Though fickle in my inward frame,

My outward conduct ill;
Sweet Jesus! in thy glorious name

My heart is fixed still

461 S. M. Newlon.
The Pilgrim's Song.

By the Redeemer's grace; A dark and thorny path we tread,

In hopes to see his face. 2 The promis d land of peace,

Faith keeps in constant view; How different from the wilderness

We now are passing through! 3 Here, often, from our eyes

Clouds hide the light divine;
There, we shall have inclouded skies,

Our sun will always shine.
Here griefs, and cares, and pains,

And fears, distress us sore;
But there eternal plrasure reigns,

And we shall weep no more

5

Lord, pardon our complaints,

We follow at thy call;
The joy prepar'd, for suffering saints,
Will make amends for all.

462. L. M. Fawcell.
Thou shalt remember all this way. Deut. viii. 2.
TH
VHUS far my God hath led me on,

And 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. 3 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.

to ,
And thousands walk together there;
But wisdom shows a narrower path,
With here and there a traveller,

2 " Deny thyself and take thy cross; ".

Is the Redeemer's great command;
Nature must coint her gold but dross,

If she would gain this heavenly land. 3 The fearful soul that tires and faints,

And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteem'd almost a saint,

And seals his own destruction sure. 4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain,

Create my heart entirely new;
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain,
Which false apostates never knew.

464. C. M. Walls.

Complaining of spiritual sloth. My drowsy powers, why sleep. ye so ? Nothing has half thy work to do,

Yet nothing 's half so dull.
2 The little ants for one poor grain

Labour, and tug, and strive;
Yet we, who have a heaven t obtain,

How negligent we live!
3 We, for whose sake all nature stands,

And stars their courses move;
We, for whose guard ihe angel bands

Come flying from above;4 We, for whom God the Son came down,

And labour'd for our good ;
How careless to secure ihat crown,

He purchas'd with his blood !
5 Lord ! shall we lie so gluggish still,

And never act our parts? Come, holy Dove, frorn th' heavenly hill,

And sit, and warm our hearts. 6 Then shall our active spirits move,

Upward our souls shall rise ; With hands of faith, and wings of love,

We'll fly, and take the prize.

465. Tas Cowper.

Welcome cr iss.

'Tis my happiness below

Not to live without the cross,
But the Saviour's power to know

Sanctifying every loss.
2 Trials must, and will befall,

But for humble faith to see
Love inscrib'd upon them all,

This is happiness to me.
3 Trials make the promise sweet;

Trials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to his feet,

Lay me low, and keep me there. 4 Did I meet no trials here:

No chastisement by the way;
Might I not with reason fear,

I should prove a cast-away? 5 Bastards may escape the rod,

Sunk in earthly, vain delight;
But the true-born child of God,
Must not, would not, if he might.

466. C. M.
The daily cross. Luke ix. 23.

A way,.

Would e'er to heaven attain;
Must bear the cross from day to day,

Else all their hopes are vain.
2 •A censuring world, a tempting fiend,

• A heart as bad or worse,
*Have urg'd me oft to seek a friend,

*To help me bear the cross. 3.Beneath the cross this friend I found,

In garments rolld in blood;
• With cords of love, on me he bound,

*The painful, pleasing load.