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To thee their prayers and songs ascend,
In thee their wishes meet.

3 Millions of happy spirits live

On thine exhaustless store;
From thee they all their bliss receive,
And heaven can giye no more.

4 Thou art their triumph and their joy,-
They find their life in thee;

Thy glories will their tongues employ,
Through all eternity.

143.

L. M.

Not ashamed of Christ.

1 JESUS! and shall it ever be

A mortal man ashamed of thee?
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days?
2 Ashamed 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 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.

4 Ashamed of Jesus ?-yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away,-
No tear to wipe,-no good to crave,-
No fears to quell,-no soul to save.
5 Till then-nor is my boasting vain-
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain!
And Oh! may this my glory be-
That Christ is not ashamed of me.

144.

C. M.

Christ's Mediation.

1 RAISE your triumphant songs

To an immortal tune;

Let the wide earth resound the deeds

Celestial grace has done.

2 Sing-how eternal love

Its chief beloved chose,

And bade him raise our ruined race
From their abyss of woes.

3 His hand no thunder bears,

No terror clothes his brow,
No bolts to drive our guilty souls
To fiercer flames below.

4 "T was mercy filled the throne,
And wrath stood silent by,

When Christ was sent, with pardons, down
To rebels doomed to die.

5 Now, sinners! dry your tears,
Let hopeless sorrows cease;
Bow to the sceptre of his love,
And take the offered peace.

6 Lord! we obey thy call;
We lay an humble claim

To the salvation thou hast brought,
And love and praise thy name.

145.

C. M.

Chief among ten thousand.

1 MAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour's brow;

His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o'erfiow.

2 No mortal can with him compare
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is he, than all the fair

Who fill the heavenly train.

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress,
And flew to my relief;

For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

4 To him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have:

He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave.

5 To heaven, the place of his abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.

6 Since from thy bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord! they should all be thine.
C. M.

146. Love of Christ celebrated.

1 TO our Redeemer's glorious name
Awake the sacred song!

Oh! may his love-immortal flame-
Tune every heart and tongue.

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach?
What mortal tongue display?
Imagination's utmost stretch,
In wonder, dies away.

3 Dear Lord! while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee,

May every heart with rapture say,-
"The Saviour died for me!"

4 Oh! may the sweet, the blissful theme, Fill every heart and tongue,

Till strangers love thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.

147.

6s and 4s.

Christ, our Confidence.

1 MY faith looks up to thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary !-
Saviour divine!

Now hear me, while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
Oh! let me, from this day,
Be wholly thine.

2 May thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire;

As thou hast died for me,
Oh! may my love to thee,
Pure, warm, and changeless be,-
A living fire.

3 While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be thou my guide;

Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray

From thee aside.

4 When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold sullen stream
Shall o'er me roll,

Blest Saviour! then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;

Oh! bear me safe above,-
A ransomed soul.

148.

L. M.

Christ's Sufferings and Glory.

1 NOW for a tune of lofty praise
To great Jehovah's equal Son!
Awake, my voice! in heavenly lays,
Tell the loud wonders he hath done.
2 Sing-how he left the worlds of light,
And the bright robes he wore above,-
How swift and joyful was his flight,
On wings of everlasting love.

3 Deep in the shades of gloomy death,
Th' almighty captive pris'ner lay;
Th' almighty captive left the earth,
And rose to everlasting day.

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4 Among a thousand harps and songs,
Jesus, the God, exalted reigns;
His sacred name fills all their tongues,
And echoes through the heavenly plains.

149.

7s.

The Rock of Ages.

I ROCK of ages, cleft for me!

Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy wounded side that flowed,
Be of sin the perfect cure;

Save me, Lord! and make me pure.
2 Should my tears for ever flow,
Should my zeal no languor know,
This for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and thou alone:

In my hand no price I bring;
Simply to thy cross I cling.

3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eye-lids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me!
Let me hide myself in thee.

C. M.

150. Christ, the Way, the Truth, and the Life.

1 THOU art the Way ;-to thee alone
From sin and death we flee;

And he, who would the Father seek,
Must seek him, Lord! in thee.

2 Thou art the Truth;-thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;

Thou only canst instruct the mind,
And purify the heart.

3 Thou art the Life;-the rending tomb
Proclaims thy conquering arm;
And those who put their trust in thee
Not death nor hell shall harm.

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life;-
Grant us to know that Way,
That Truth to keep, that Life to win,
Which lead to endless day.

L. M.

151. Christ, the Physician of the Soul.

1 DEEP are the wounds which sin has made;
Where shall the sinner find a cure?
In vain, alas! is nature's aid;

The work exceeds her utmost power.
2 But can no sovereign balm be found?
And is no kind physician nigh
To ease the pain, and heal the wound,
Ere life and hope for ever fly?

3 There is a great physician near;
Look up, my fainting soul! and live;
See,-in his heavenly smiles appear
Such help as nature cannot give.

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