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That I am Thine, my Lord and God ! Sprinkled and ransomed by Thy blood,

Repeat that word once more, With such an energy and light, That this world's flattery or spite

To shake me never may have power.

From various cares, my heart retires; Though deep and boundless its desires,

I'm now to please but One : He, before whom the elders bow, With Him is all my business now,

And with the souls that are His own.

This is my joy (which ne'er can fail,)
To see my Saviour's arm prevail;

To mark the steps of grace ;
How new-born souls, convinced of sin;
His blood revealed to them within,

Extol my Lord in every place.

With these my happy lot is cast :
Through the world's deserts, rude and waste,

Or through its gardens fair ;
Whether the storm of malice sweeps,
Or all in dead supineness sleeps,

Still to go on be my whole care.

See! the dear flock by Jesus drawn,
In blest simplicity move on ;

They trust his shepherds' crook.
Beholders many faults will find,
But they can tell their Saviour's mind;

Content, if written in His book.

No, my dear Lord, in following Thee,
Not in the dark, uncertainly,

This foot obedient moves :
Tis with a brother and a King,
Who many to His yoke will bring,

Who ever lives and ever loves.

Now then, my Way, my Truth, my Life!
Henceforth let sorrow, doubt, and strife

Drop off, like autumn leaves ;-
Henceforth, as privileged by Thee,
Simple and undistracted be

My soul, which to Thy sceptre cleaves.

" I AM NOT ASHAMED OF THE GOSPEL OF CHRIST."

Jesus, and can it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of Thee !
Scorn'd be the thought by rich and poor ;
My soul shall scorn it more and more.

Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
May evening blush to own a star!
Ashamed of Jesus ! just as soon
May midnight blush to think o noon.

Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no sins to wash away;
No tears to wipe, no joys to crave,
And no immortal soul to save.

Ashamed of Jesus! 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.

Till then,-nor is the boasting vain ; Till then I boast a Saviour slain : And O may this my portion be,That Saviour's not ashamed of me.

“ THIS IS MY NAME FOR EVER.”

The God of Abraham praise,
Who reigns enthroned above;
Ancient of everlasting days,

And God of love :
Jehovah, Great I AM!
By earth and heaven confest ;
I bow, and bless the sacred name,

For ever blest.

The God of Abraham praise,
At whose supreme command,
From earth I rise, and seek the joys

At His right hand :
I all on earth forsake,
Its wisdom, fame, and power,
And Him my only portion make,

My shield and tower.

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