3 0 let my prayer acceptance find, And bring the mighty blessing down; Eye-sight impart, for I am blind; And seal me thine adopted son: A fallen, helpless creature take, And heir of thy salvation make.
Not ashamed of Christ.
1 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. 2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far May evening blush to own a star! Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon May midnight blush to think of noon. 3 Ashamed of Jesus! yes I may, When I've no crimes to wash away; No tears to wipe, no joys to crave, And no immortal soul to save.
4 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.
5 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!
The Servant of Christ.
1 My gracious Lord, I own thy right To every service I can pay; And call it my supreme delight To hear thy dictates and obey.
2 What is my being but for Thee, Its sure support, its noblest end? Thy ever-smiling face to see,
And serve the cause of such a friend? 3 I would not breathe for worldly joy, Or to increase my worldly good; Nor future days or powers employ To spread a sounding name abroad. 4 "Tis to my Saviour I would live ; To Him who for my ransom died; Nor could untainted Eden give Such bliss as blossoms at his side.
5 His work my hoary age shall bless, When youthful vigour is no more; And my last hour of life confess His love hath animating power.
"Thou knowest that I love Thee."—John xxi. 16.
1 Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? Behold my heart and see;
And turn each cursed idol out That dares to rival Thee.
2 Do not I love Thee from my soul? Then let me nothing love; Dead be my heart to every joy, When Jesus cannot move.
3 Is not thy name melodious still To mine attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound My Saviour's voice to hear?
4 Hast Thou a lamb in all thy flock I would disdain to feed?
Hast Thou a foe before whose face I fear thy cause to plead?
5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood In honour of thy name?
And challenge the cold hand of death To damp the immortal flame?
6 Thou know'st I love Thee, dearest Lord; But O! I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys, And learn to love Thee more.
Times past reviewed.
1 GOD of my life and all my powers, The everlasting friend! Shall life, so favour'd in its dawn, Be fruitless in its end?
2 To Thee, O Lord, my tender years A trembling duty paid, With glimpses of the mighty God Delighted and afraid.
3 From parent's eye, and paths of men, Thy touch I ran to meet;
It swell'd the hymn, and seal'd the prayer, 'Twas calm, and strange, and sweet!
4 Oft when beneath the work of sin Trembling and dark I stood, And felt the age of eager thought, And felt the kindling blood,
5 Thy dew came down-my heart was thine, It knew nor doubt nor strife; Cool now, and peaceful as the grave, And strong to second life,
6 Full of myself I oft forsook
The way, the truth, and Thee, For sanguine hope, or sensual gust, Or earth-born sophistry.
7 The folly thrived, and came in sight Too gross for life to bear;
I smote the breast for man too base, I smote-and God was there!
8 Still will I hope for voice and strength. To glorify thy name;
Though I must die to all that's mine, And suffer all my shame.
1 My Saviour from the wrath to come, From present evil save,
And farther mitigate my doom, Nor let me see the grave: Still hold my soul in life, I pray, A dying worm reprieve,
And let me all my lengthen'd day Unto thy glory live.
2 Now, Lord, I have to Thee made known My troubled soul's request, And sink in calm dependence down Within thy arms to rest: Secure in danger's blackest hour
Thy faithfulness to prove, Protected by almighty power, And everlasting love.
1 FULL of trembling expectation, Feeling much, and fearing more, Mighty God of my salvation, I thy timely aid implore: Suffering Son of man, be near me, All my sufferings to sustain, By thy sorer griefs to cheer me, By thy more than mortal pain.
2 Call to mind that unknown anguish In thy days of flesh below,
When thy troubled soul did languish Under a whole world of wo,
When Thou didst our curse inherit, Groan beneath our guilty load, Burden'd with a wounded spirit, Bruised by all the wrath of God. 3 By thy most severe temptation In that dark, satanic hour, By thy last mysterious passion Screen me from the adverse power: By thy fainting in the garden, By thy bloody sweat I pray, Write upon my heart the pardon, Take my sins and fears away. 4 By the travail of thy Spirit,
By thine outcry on the tree, By thine agonizing merit,
In my pangs remember me! By thy death I Thee conjure,
A weak, dying soul befriend, Make me patient to endure, Make me faithful to the end,
10 THOU, whose wise, paternal love Hath brought my active vigour down, Thy choice I thankfully approve, And prostrate at thy gracious throne, I offer up my life's remains, I choose the state my God ordains.
2 Cast as a broken vessel by,
Thy will I can no longer do, Yet while a daily death I dle, Thy power I may in weakness show, My patience may thy glory raise, My speechless wo proclaim thy praise. 3 But since without thy Spirit's might Thou know'st I nothing can endure,
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