5 Thy face, with rev'rence and with love,
We in thy poor would see;
O let us rather beg our bread
Than keep it back from thee.

CCCLXXII. L. M. RIP. SEL,
Of thine own we have given thee.
1 Chron. xxix. 14.

THE

HE Lord, who rules the world's affairs,
For me a well-spread board prepares;
My grateful thanks to him shall rise,
He knows my wants, those wants supplies.
2 And shall I grudge to give his poor
A mile from all my generous store?
No, Lord! the friends of thine and thee,
Shall always find a friend in me.

CCCLXXIII. L. M. GIBBONS.

The Beneficence of Christ for our Imitation. Acts x. 38.

1 WHEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, What were his works from day to day

But miracles of power and grace,
That spread salvation through our race?
2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view
Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue;
Let alms bestow'd, let kindness done,
Be witness'd by each rolling sun.

3 That man may last, but never lives,
Who much receives but nothing gives,
Whom none can love, whom none can thank;
Creation's blot, creation's blank;

4 But he, who marks from day to day,
In generous acts his radiant way,

Treads the same path his Saviour trod,
The path to glory and to God.

BAPTISM.

CCCLXXIV. L. M. J. STENNETT. A Baptismal Hymn. 1 THE great Redeemer we adore

Who came the lost to seek and save; Went humbly down from Jordan's shore, To find a tomb beneath its wave!

2 "Thus it becomes us to fulfil

"All righteousness," he meekly said;
Why should we then to do his will,
Or be asham'd, or be afraid?

3 With thee into thy watery tomb,
Lord, 'tis our glory to descend;

"Tis wondrous grace that gives us room, To lie interr'd by such a friend.'

4 Yet as the yielding waves give way, To let us see the light again;

So on the resurrection day,

The bands of death prov'd weak and vain.
5 Thus when thou shalt again appear,
The gates of death shall open wide,
Our dust thy mighty voice shall hear,
And rise and triumph at thy side.
CCCLXXV; C. M. Charmouth Tune.
RIPPON'S SEL.

The believer constrained by the love of Christ to follow him.

DEAR Lord, and has thy pardoning love

Embrac'd a wretch so vile!

Then kindly bid each cloud remove,
And bless me with thy smile!

2 Hast thou the cross for me endur'd,
And all its shame despis'd?
And shall I be asham'd, O Lord,
With thee to be baptiz'd?

3 Didst thou the great example lead,
In Jordan's swelling flood?
And shall my pride disdain the deed
That's worthy of my God?

4 Dear Lord, the ardour of thy love
Reproves my cold delays:

And now my willing footsteps move
In thy delightful ways.

CCCLXXVI. C. M. Devizes Tune.
RYLAND, Junior.

Difficulties in the way of duty, surmounted→ hinder me not. Gen. xxiv. 56.*

1 WHEN Abram's servant to procure
A wife for Isaac went,

He met Rebekah-told his wish-
Her parents gave consent.

2 Yet for ten days they urg'd the man
His journey to delay;
"Hinder me not," he quick reply'd
"Since God hath crown'd my way,"

3 'Twas thus I cry'd when Christ the Lord,
My soul to him did wed;

"Hinder me not, nor friends nor foes, "Since God my way hath sped."

4" Stay," says the world, " and taste awhile "My every pleasant sweet;"

This Hymn may begin at the sixth verse.

A a

5

"Hinder me not," my soul replies,
"Because the way is great."

66 Stay,"
"Satan my old master cries,
"Or force shall thee detain ;"
"Hinder me not, I will be gone,

My God has broke thy chain."]

6 In all my Lord's appointed ways,
My journey I'll pursue;

Hinder me not, ye much lov'd saints,
For I must go with you.

7 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead,
I'll follow where he goes;
Hinder me not, shall be my cry,
Though earth and hell oppose.

8 Through duty, and through trials too
I'll go at his command;
Hinder me not, for I am bound,
To my Immanuel's land.

9 And when my Saviour calls me home,
Still this my cry shall be,

Hinder me not, come welcome death,
I'll gladly go with thee.

CCCLXXVII.

C. M. J. STENNETT.

Immersion.

1 THUS was the great Redeemer plung'd, In Jordan's swelling flood?

To show he must be soon baptiz'd,
In tears, and sweat, and blood.

2 Thus was his sacred body laid
Beneath the yielding wave,
Thus was his sacred body rais'd
Out of the liquid grave.

3 Lord we thy precepts would obey,
In thy own footsteps tread;

Would die, be buried, rise with thee,
Our ever-living head.

CCCLXXVIII.

L. M.

GREGG. Altered by

B. FRANCIS.

Not asham'd of Christ.

JESUS! and shall it ever be!

A mortal man asham'd of thee! Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days! 2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star; He sheds the beams of light divine, O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon Let midnight be asham'd of noon: 'Tis midnight with my soul till he, Bright morning-star! bid darkness flee. 4 Asham'd 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.

may,

5 Asham'd of Jesus! Yes, I
When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
6 'Till then-nor is my boasting vain-
"Till then, I boast a Saviour slain !
And O may this my glory be,
That Christ is not asham'd of me!

7 [His institutions would I prize,
Take up my cross-the shame despise ;