3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop,
And sins and sorrows rise-
Thy love, with cheering beams of hope,
My fainting heart supplies.
4 But ah! too soon the pleasing scene
Is clouded o'er with pain;
My gloomy fears rise dark between,
And I again complain.
ml 5 Jesus, my Lord-my life—my light,
Oh! come with blissful ray;
Break through the gloomy shades of night,
And chase my fears away.
6 Then shall my soul with rapture trace
The wonders of thy love:
Then shall I see thy glorious face
In endless joy above.
1 THOU blest Redeemer, dying Lamb!
We love to hear of thee;
No music like thy charming name,
Nor half so dear can be.
2 Oh may we ever hear thy voice!
In mercy to us speak!
In thee, O Lord, let us rejoice,
And thy salvation seek.
3 Jesus shall ever be our theme,
While in this world we stay ;
We'll sing of Jesus' lovely name,
When all things else decay.
4 When we appear in yonder cloud,
With all his favored throng,
Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be our song.
1 JESUS! in whom but thee above
Can I repose my trust, my love?
And shall an earthly object be
Loved in comparison with thee?
2 How soon, O Lord, will life decay!
How soon this world will pass away!
Ah! what can mortal friends avail,
When heart, and strength, and life shall fail?
3 Oh! then be thou, my Saviour, nigh,
And I will triumph while I die;
My strength, my portion, is divine,
And Jesus is forever mine!
1 TO thee, my Shepherd, and my Lord,
A grateful song I'll raise;
Oh! let the feeblest of thy flock
Attempt to speak thy praise.
2 But how shall mortal tongue express
A subject so divine?
Do justice to so vast a theme,
Or praise a love like thine?
3 My life, my joy, my hope, I owe
To this amazing love;
Ten thousand thousand comforts here,
And nobler bliss above.
4 To thee my trembling spirit flies,
With sin and grief oppressed;
Thy gentle voice dispels my fears,
And lulls my cares to rest.
5 Lead on, dear Shepherd!-led by thee,
No evil shall I fear;
Soon shall I reach thy fold above,
And praise thee better there.
1 JESUS! to thy celestial light,
My dawn of hope I owe;
Once wandering in the shades of night,
And lost in helpless wo.
2 Thy gracious hand redeemed the slave,
And set the prisoner free:
Be all I am-and all I have,
Devoted, Lord, to thee.
3 Here at thy feet I wait thy will,
And live upon thy word:
Oh! give me warmer love and zeal,
To serve my dearest Lord.
C. M. St. Martin's. Nottingham.
1 AND why do our admiring eyes
These gospel glories see?
And whence-doth every heart reply―
Salvation sent to me?
2 And dost thou, Lord, subdue my heart,
And show my sins forgiven?
And bear thy witness to my part
Among the heirs of heaven?
3 Redeemed by thee, most gracious Lord,
We'll sing our Saviour's name;
And while the long salvation lasts,
Its sovereign power proclaim.
Not ashamed of Christ.
1 JESUS! and shall it ever be-
A mortal man ashamed of thee?
Ashamed of thee-whom angels praise?
Whose glories shine through endless days?
2 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.
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 vain—
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain!
And oh! may this my glory be—
That Christ is not ashamed of me!
C. M. Westmoreland. Colchester.
1 I'M not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause;
Maintain the honor of his word,
The glory of his cross.
2 Jesus, my God!-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.
1 DEAR Lord, and will thy pardoning love,
Embrace a wretch so vile?
Wilt thou my load of guilt remove,
And bless me with thy smile?
2 Hast thou the cross for me endured,
And suffered all my shame?
And shall I be ashamed, O Lord,
To own thy precious name?
fl 3 No, Lord-I'm not ashamed of thee,
Nor of thy cause on earth-
Oh do not be ashamed of me,
When I resign my breath.
4 Be thou my shield-be thou my sun-
Oh guide me all my days,
And let my feet with joy still run
In thy delightful ways.
The Ingratitude of rejecting Christ.
1 AND will the Lord thus condescend
To visit sinful worms?
Thus at the door shall mercy stand,
In all her winning förms?
2 Surprising grace!-and shall my heart
Unmoved and cold remain ?
Has it no soft-no tender part?
Must mercy plead in vain?
3 Shall Jesus for admission sue,
His charming voice unheard?
And shall my heart, his rightful due,
Remain forever barred?
4 Dear Lord, exert thy conquering grace;
Thy mighty power display:
One beam of glory from thy face
Can melt my sin away.
1 OH stubborn hearts, that could withstand The efforts of a Saviour's hand!
Oh gracious Saviour, who would'st bleed,
When words and tears could not succeed!
2 Dear Lord, in me thy power exert,
Subdue my proud, unfeeling heart,
Then through the earth, in mercy reign,
And reap the fruit of all thy pain.
Rejoicing before the Cross.
1 SWEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend ;
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend.
2 Truly blessed is this station,
Low before his cross to lie;
While I see divine compassion
Beaming in his gracious eye.
3 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe;
Constant still, in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.
4 May I still enjoy this feeling,
Still to my Redeemer go;
Prove his wounds each day more healing,
And himself more truly know.
The Gospel a Savor of Life or Death.
1 CHRIST and his cross are all our theme:
The mysteries that we speak
Are scandal in the Jews' esteem,
And folly to the Greek.
2 But souls enlightened from above
With joy receive the word;
They see what wisdom, power, and love,
Shine in their dying Lord.
3 The vital savor of his name
Restores their fainting breath;
But unbelief perverts the same
To guilt-despair-and death.
4 Till God diffuse his graces down,
Like showers of heavenly rain,
In vain Apollos sows the ground,
And Paul may plant in vain.
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