HYMN 103. C. M.

St. Ann's. [*]

2 Tim. i. 12.

Not ashamed of the Gospel. "'M not ashamed to own my Lord, • Nor to defend his cause; Maintain the honour of his word, The glory of his cross.

e 2 Jesus, my God, I know his name,— His name is all my trust:

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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.

o 4 Then will he own my worthless name,
Before his Father's face;

And in the New Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.

HYMN 104. C. M.

York. [*]

1

State of Nature and Grace. 1 Cor. vi. 10, 11.
OT the malicious, nor profane,
The wanton, nor the proud,

Nor thieves, nor slanderers, shall obtain
The kingdom of our God.

b2 Surprising grace! and such were we,
By nature and by sin!

Heirs of immortal misery,

Unholy and unclean.

o 3 But we are washed in Jesus' blood,
We're pardoned through his name;
And the good Spirit of our God
Has sanctified our frame.

-40 for a persevering power,

To keep thy just commands'

We would defile our hearts no more,
No more pollute our hands.

HYMN 105. C. M.

Zion. [*]

1

Heaven. 1 Cor. ii. 9, 10. Rev. xxi. 27.

NOR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard,

Nor sense nor reason known,

What joys the Father has prepared
For those who love the Son.

o 2 But the good Spirit of the Lord
Reveals a heaven to come :
The beams of glory in his word
Allure and guide us home.

b 3 Pure are the joys above the sky,
And all the region peace;
No wanton lip, nor envious eye,
Can see or taste the bliss.

4 Those holy gates forever bar
Pollution, sin, and shame;
None shall obtain admittance there,
But followers of the Lamb.

o 5 He keeps the Father's book of life;
There all their names are found;
e The hypocrite in vain shall strive
To tread the heavenly ground.

HYMN 106. S. M. Aylesbury. [b]

Dead to Sin by the Cross of Christ.

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SHALI

Rom. vi. 1-6.

HALL we go on to sin,
Because free grace abounds?

Or crucify the Lord again,
And open all his wounds?
2 Forbid it, mighty God!
Nor let it e'er be said,
That we, whose sins are crucified,
Should raise them from the dead.

3 We will be slaves no more,

Since Christ has made us free; Has nailed our tyrants to the cross, And bought our liberty.

HYMN 107. L. M. Armley. [b*]

Fall and Recovery of Man.

Gen. iii. 1, 15, 17. Gal

iv. 4. Col. ii. 15.

1 Dendam Our head, our father fell! ECEIVED by subtle snares of hell,

When Satan, in the serpent hid,

Proposed the fruit that God forbid.

e 2 Death was the threatening; death began
To take possession of the man;

His unborn race received the wound,
And heavy curses smote the ground.

-3 But Satan found a worse reward:

Thus saith the vengeance of the Lord, 0 "Let everlasting hatred be

"Betwixt the woman's Seed and thee.
4 "The woman's Seed shall be my Son,
"He shall destroy what thou hast done:
"Shall break thy head, and only feel
"Thy malice raging at his heel."

-5 He spake-and bade four thousand years
Roll on; at length his Son appears:
Angels with joy descend to earth,
And sing the young Redeemer's birth.
p 6 Lo! by the sons of hell he dies;
-But as he hung 'twixt earth and skies,
o He gave their prince a fatal blow,
u And triumphed o'er the powers below.

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HYMN 108. S. M. Dover. [*]

Christ unseen, yet beloved. 1 Pet. i. 8.

NOT

eyes

with our mortal
Have we beheld the Lord;
Yet we rejoice to hear his name,
And love him in his word.

2 On earth we want the sight
Of our Redeemer's face;
Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight
To dwell upon thy grace.

3 And when we taste thy love, Our joys divinely grow Unspeakable, like those above,

And heaven begins below.

HYMN 109. L. M. Portugal. Armley. [* The Value of Christ and his Righteousness. Phil. iii. 7,§ more, my God, I boast no more,

Nof all the duties I have done;

I quit the hopes I held before,
To trust the merits of thy Son.

2 Now for the love I bear his name,
What was my gain, I count my loss;
My former pride I call my shame,
And nail my glory to his cross.
3 Yes, and I must and will esteem
All things but loss for Jesus' sake;

O may my soul be found in him,
And of his righteousness partake!
4 The best obedience of my hands
Dares not appear before thy throne;
But faith can answer thy demands,
By pleading what my Lord has done.

HYMN 110. C. M. St. Paul's. Canterbury. [*] Death and immediate Glory. 2 Cor. v. 1, 5, 8.

HERE is a house, not made with hands,

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Eternal, and on high;

e And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly.

e 2 Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolved and fall;
Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy heavenly Father's call.
-3 'Tis He by his almighty grace,
Who forms thee fit for heaven;
And as an earnest of the place,
Has his own Spirit given.

4 We walk by faith of joys to come;
Faith lives upon his word;
e But while the body is our home,
We're absent from the Lord.

-5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace, But we had rather see;

o We would be absent from the flesh,
And present, Lord, with thee.

HYMN 111. C. M. Reading. [*]
Salvation by Grace. Titus iii. 3, 7.

• 1 LORD, we confess our numerous faults
How great our guilt has been!

Foolish and vain were all our thoughts,
And all our lives were sin.

o 2 But, O my soul, forever praise,
Forever love his name,

Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways
Of folly, sin, and shame.)

-3 'Tis not by works of righteousness,
Which our own hands have done;

、o But we are saved by sovereign grace
Abounding through his Son.

-4 'Tis from the mercy of our God,

That all our hopes begin;

"Tis by the water and the blood,

Our souls are washed from sin.

p 5 'Tis through the purchase of His death,
Who hung upon the tree,

The Spirit is sent down to breathe
On such dry bones as we.

o 6 Raised from the dead, we live anew:
And, justified by grace,

s We shall appear in glory too,

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And see our Father's face.

HYMN 112. C. M. Bedford. [*]

The Brazen Serpent. 2 John, ver. 14—16.

So did the Hebrew prophet raise
The brazen serpent high;

The wounded felt immediate ease,
The camp forbore to die.

d 2 "Look upward in the dying hour,
"And live!" the prophet cries!
e But Christ performs a nobler cure,
When faith lifts up her eyes.

-3 High on the cross the Saviour hung!
High in the heavens he reigns!
Here sinners, by th' old serpent stung,
Look, and forget their pains.

g 4 When God's own Son is lifted up,
A dying world revives;

The Jew beholds the glorious hope,
Th' expiring Gentile lives.

HYMN 113. C. M.

Wareham. [*]

Abraham's Blessing on the Gentiles. Gen. xvii. 7. Rom. xv. 8. Mark x. 14.

1HOW large the promise—how divine

To Abra'am and his seed; d"I'll be a God to thee and thine, Supplying all their need."

-2 The words of his extensive love
From age to age endure;

The Angel of the covenant proves,
And seals the blessing sure.