5 Ashamed of Jesus! empty pride; I'll boast a Saviour crucified; And, O, may this my portion be, My Saviour not ashamed of me. HYMN 176. S. M. Prayer for Christian Graces. JESUS, my strength, my hope, On thee I cast my care, With humble confidence look up, Till I can all things do; 2 I want a sober mind, A self-renouncing will, That tramples down and casts behind A soul inured to pain, To hardship, grief, and loss; The consecrated cross. 3 I want a godly fear, A quick, discerning eye, That looks to thee when sin is near, And sees the tempter fly; A spirit still prepared, And arm'd with jealous care, And watching unto prayer. 4 I want a heart to pray, To pray and never cease, Always to pray I want, 5 I want a true regard, A single, steady aim, Unmoved by threatening or reward, HYMN 177. III. 3. GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land; I am weak, but thou art mighty; Hold me with thy powerful hand. 2 Open now the crystal fountains Whence the living waters flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar, Lead me all my journey through. 3 Feed me with the heavenly manna In this barren wilderness; Be my sword, and shield, and banner; 4 When I tread the verge of Jordan, To Jesus let us lift our eyes, 2 O how benevolent and kind, 3 To do his heavenly Father's will Shone through his life divinely bright. 5 But, ah, how blind, how weak we are, 6 Thy fair example may we trace, HYMN 179. S. M. A CHARGE to keep I have, A God to glorify; A never-dying soul to save, 4 Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigour on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. HYMN 181. C. M. HE Lord will happiness divine THE On contrite hearts bestow : A contrite heart, or no? · 2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain, If aught is felt, 'tis only pain 3 My best desires are faint and few, I fain would strive for more; But when I cry, "My strength renew," 4 I see thy saints with comfort fill'd, And find no comfort there. 5 O make this heart rejoice or ache; And if it be not broken, break; HYMN 182. C. M. OH for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame; That leads me to the Lamb. 2 Where is the blessedness I knew, 3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd; 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest; I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 5 The dearest idol I have known, Help me to tear it from thy throne, 6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road HYMN 183. III. 1. Trials. "TIS my happiness below Not to live without the cross; 2 Trials must and will befall; 3 Did I meet no trials here, No chastisement by the way, 4 Trials make the promise sweet; HYMN 184. C. M. Habitual Devotion. WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes still'd: And may this consecrated hour 2 Thy love the power of thought bestow'd, 2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views To thee my thoughts would soar: Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd, That mercy I adore. 8 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see: Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferr'd by thee. 4 In every joy that crowns my days, My heart shall find delight in praise, 5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour, 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall know no fear, The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin, Temptation without, and corruption with in: E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 3 I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb, Since Jesus hath laid there, I dread not its gloom; There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God; Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns : 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet. Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. HYMN 189. C. M. HARK! from the tombs a mournful sound; Mine ears attend the cry; Ye living men, come view the ground Where you must shortly lie. 2 Princes, this clay must be your bed, 3 Great God, is this our certain doom? Still walking downward to the tomb, 4 Grant us the power of quickening grace To raise our souls to thee, That we may view thy glorious face 4 O may I find in death A hiding-place with God, 5 Cheer'd by this hope, I wait, Through toil, and care, and grief, Till my appointed course is run, And death shall bring relief. HYMN 191. VITAL spark of heavenly flame, Quit, O quit this mortal frame; 2 Hark, they whisper, angels say, WHE XII. JUDGMENT. THEN, rising from the bed of death, I see my Maker, face to face; O, how shall I appear. 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, My heart with inward horror shrinks, 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, O, how shall I appear. 4 But thou hast told the troubled mind, 5 Then never shall my soul despair Who knows thine only Son has died HYMN 193. S. M. AND will the Judge descend? And must the dead arise? And not a single soul escape 2 And from his righteous lips Shall this dread sentence sound; 3 Depart from me, accursed, To everlasting flame, For rebel angels first prepared, 4 How will my heart endure The terrors of that day, When earth and heaven before his face Astonish'd shrink away? 5 But, ere the trumpet shakes The mansions of the dead, Hark! from the Gospel's cheering sound, What joyful tidings spread. 6 Ye sinners. seek his grace, Whose wrath ye cannot bear; Fly to the shelter of his cross, And find salvation there. 7 So shall that curse remove, By which the Saviour bled; And the last awful day shall pour G HYMN 194. II. 7. REAT God, what do I see and hear! The end of things created: The Judge of man I see appear, On clouds of glory seated. The trumpet sounds, the graves restore The dead which they contain'd before; Prepare, my soul, to meet him. 2 The dead in Christ shall first arise At the last trumpet's sounding, Caught up to meet him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding: No gloomy fears their souls dismay, His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet him. 3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears, Behold his wrath prevailing ; For they shall rise, and find their tears And sighs are unavailing. The day of grace is past and gone; Trembling they stand before the throne, All unprepared to meet him. 4 Great God, what do I see and hear! The end of things created: O, XIII. ETERNITY. HYMN 196. S. M. where shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul: 'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. 2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh: 3 Beyond this vale of tears 4 There is a death, whose pang 5 Lord God of truth and grace, |