COURAGE IN CONFESSING HIM.

8,7s. Double.

H. F. LYTE.

717 Lo, we have left all, and have followed Thee.

Mark x. 28.

Ι ESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee.
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shalt be.
Perish every fond ambition,

All I've sought, and hoped, and known;
Yet how rich is my condition!

God and heaven are still mine own.

2 Let the world despise and leave me ;
They have left my Saviour too.
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like them, untrue.
And whilst Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends may shun me;
Show Thy face, and all is bright.

3 Man may trouble and distress me,

'Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest;
Oh 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me;
O 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.

4 Soul! then, know thy full salvation;
Rise o'er sin and fear and care;
Joy to find in every station,
Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
What a Father's smiles are thine;
What a Saviour died to win thee;
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?
5 Haste thee on from grace to glory,

Armed by faith and winged by prayer ;
Heaven's eternal day's before thee:
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thine earthly mission;
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to full fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

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Ashamed of Me.-Mark viii. 38.

ESUS, and can it ever be?

A mortal man ashamed of Thee;

[GREGG.]

Scorned be the thought by rich and poor;
My soul shall scorn it more and more.

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 crimes to wash away,
No tears to wipe, no joys to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.

4 Till then-nor is the boasting vain-
Till then I boast a Saviour slain ;
And O may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me.

REJOICING IN

IOS. Six lines.

HIM.

H. F. LYTE.

719 The Lord knoweth them that are His.

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2 Timothy ii. 19.

ONG did I toil, and knew no earthly rest;

Far did I rove, and found no certain home; At last I sought them in His sheltering breast, Who opes His arms, and bids the weary come. With Him I found a home, a rest divine; And I since then am His, and He is mine. 2 The good I have is from His stores supplied; The ill is only what He deems the best ;

He for my Friend, I'm rich with nought beside; And poor without Him, though of all possessed. Changes may come; I take, or I resign; Content while I am His, while He is mine. 3 Whate'er may change, in Him no change is seen; A glorious sun, that wanes not, nor declines; Above the clouds and storms He walks serene, And sweetly on His people's darkness shines. All may depart; I fret not, nor repine, While I my Saviour's am, while He is mine. 4 He stays me falling, lifts me up when down,

Reclaims me wandering, guards from every foe; Plants on my worthless brow the victor's crown, Which, in return, before His feet I throw, Grieved that I cannot better grace His shrine, Who deigns to own me His, as He is mine.

́5 While here, alas! I know but half His love;
But half discern Him, and but half adore ;
But when I meet Him in the realms above,
I hope to love Him better, praise Him more,
And feel, and tell amid the choir divine,
How fully I am His, and He is mine.

Is there on earth a closer bond than this-
That my Beloved's mine, and I am His?

2 Thine am I by all ties ;
But chiefly Thine

That through Thy sacrifice

Thou, Lord, art mine.

By Thine own cords of love, so sweetly wound Around me, I to Thee am closely bound.

3 To Thee, Thou bleeding Lamb,

I all things owe;

All that I have and am,

And all I know.

All that I have is now no longer mine,
And I am not mine own: Lord, I am Thine.

4 How can I, Lord, withhold

Life's brightest hour

From Thee; or gathered gold,

Or any power?

Why should I keep one precious thing from Thee, When Thou hast given Thine own dear self

for me?

5 I pray Thee, Saviour, keep
Me in Thy love,

Until death's holy sleep
Shall me remove

To that fair realm where, sin and sorrow o'er,
Thou and Thine own are one for evermore.

L.M.

721 The Lord hath set apart him that is godly for

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Himself.-Psalm iv. 3.

OW blest is life if lived for Thee,
HOW blest if
My loving Saviour and my Lord;

No pleasures springing from the earth,
Such perfect gladness can afford.

2 To know I am Thy ransomed child,
Bought by Thine own most precious blood,
And to receive from Thy dear hand,
With grateful heart each gift of good.

3 To walk all day beneath Thy smile,
Watching Thine eye to guide me still,
To rest at night beneath Thy care,
Sure it will guard me from all ill.

4 To feel that though I journey on
By stony paths, and in rough ways,
Thy blessed feet have gone before,
Ánd strength is given for weary days.

5 Surely such love should make me glad, Strong in Thy strength to work or rest, Until I see Thee face to face,

And in Thy light am fully blest.