2 If doubts about a future state

Extort the serious cry,

What shall I do? my sins how great!.
Be not afraid-'tis I.

3 While Satan aims a fiery dart,
Temptations make thee sigh;
Believe in me; I'll keep thy heart;
Be not afraid-'tis I.

4 Should health and wealth, and friends forsake, And death itself draw nigh;

Tho' heart should break, and nature shake;
Be not afraid-'tis I.

5 'Tis I who liv'd-'tis I who died,

That thou mightst reign on high;
Behold my hands, my feet, my side,
And be convinc'd 'tis I.

83. L. M. Baltimore Coll.

"Be not afraid, it is I." Mark vi. 50.

1 CHILDREN of God, renounce your fears, Lo! Jesus for your help appears,

And loudly speaks as he draws nigh, "Be not afraid, for it is I."

2 When in the awful tempests tost,

You feel your strength and courage lost,

And mighty waves roll o'er your head,
Your Lord is near, be not afraid.

3 When mournful tidings from afar,
Or nations raise tumultuous war,
And wide their devastation spread,
Yet he is near, be not afraid.

4 When fierce disease attacks your
frame,
Your Saviour's love is still the same;
In death's dark shade you need not fear,
For Jesus will be with you there.

5 When stars are from their orbits hurl'd, And flames consume this lower world, Ev'n then your Judge will smiling cry, "Be not afraid, for it is I."

84. C. M. Watts' Sermons.

Holy Fortitude. 1 Cor. xvi. 13.

1 AM I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?

2 Must I. be carried to the skies,
On flowery beds of ease;

While others fought to win the prize,
And sail'd through bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face;
Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

4 Sure I must fight if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine

In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

85. C. M. Watts' Sermons.

Zeal and fortitude.

1 DOI believe what Jesus saith,
And think the gospel true?
Lord, make me bold to own my faith,
And practise virtue too.

2 Suppress my shame, subdue my fear, Arm me with heavenly zeal,

That I may make thy power appear,
And works of praise fulfil.

3 If men should see my virtue shine, And spread my name abroad, Thine is the power, the praise is thine, My Saviour and my God.

4 Thus when the saints in glory meet, Their lips proclaim thy grace; They cast their honours at thy feet, And own their borrow'd rays.

86. S. M. Dr. Watts' Lyrics.

Forms vain without religion.

1 ALMIGHTY Maker, God!
How wond'rous is thy name!
Thy glories how diffus'd abroad
Through the creation's frame!

2 Nature in every dress

Her humble homage pays,
And finds a thousand ways t' express
Thine undissembled praise.

3 My soul would rise and sing
To her Creator too;

Fain would my tongue adore my King
And pay the worship due.

4 [But pride, that busy sin,
Spoils all that I perform;

Curs'd pride, that creeps securely in,
And swells a haughty worm.]

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5 Create my soul anew,

Else all my worship's vain ;

This wretched heart will ne'er be true,
Until 'tis form'd again.

6 Let joy and worship spend
The remnant of my days,
And to my God, my soul ascend
In sweet perfumes of praise.

87. C. M. Cowper.

Praise for the fountain opened. Zech. xiii. 1. 1 THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; And sinners plung'd beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;

O may I there, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow'r,
"Till all the ransom'd Church of God
Be sav'd, to sin no more.

4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream,
Thy flowing wounds supply;
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.