2 'Tis his almighty love,

His counsel and his care,

Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And every hurtful snare.

3 He will present our souls

Unblemished and complete,
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.

4 Then all the chosen seed

Shall meet around the throne,
Shall bless the conduct of his grace,
And make his wonders known.

5 To our Redeemer, God,

Wisdom and power belongs;
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting songs.

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Not Ashamed of Christ. Mark viii. 38.
ESUS-and shall it ever be-

1 JESU

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 fear 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.

155 The Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.

OSANNA to the Prince of light,

That clothed himself in clay;

Watts.

L. M.

Gregg.

C. M.

Entered the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.

2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;

He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoiled our hellish foes.

3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies,

With scars of honor in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes.

4 There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And scatters blessings down;
Our Jesus fills the middle seat
Of the celestial throne.

5 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach his bless'd abode;

Sweet be the accents of your songs
To our incarnate God.

6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise;

Let heaven, and all created things,
Sound our Immanuel's praise.

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God the Son equal with the Father.

BRIGHT King of glory, dreadful God!

Our spirits bow before thy seat;
To thee we lift a humble thought,
And worship at thine awful feet.

2 Mercy and truth unite in one,

And smiling sit at thy right hand:
Eternal justice guards thy throne,

And vengeance waits thy dread command.
3 A thousand seraphs, strong and bright,
Stand round the glorious Deity;
But who among the sons of light
Pretends comparison with thee?
4 Yet there is one, of human frame,
Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood,
Thinks it no robbery to claim
A full equality with God.

5 Their glory shines with equal beams,
Their essence is for ever one;

Watts.

L. M.

Though they are known by different names,
The Father God, and God the Son.

6 Then let the name of Christ, our King,
With equal honors be adored;
His praise let every angel sing,

And all the nations own the Lord.

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Gratitude to the Saviour.

OME, every pious heart

COME

That loves the Saviour's name,

Your noblest powers exert

To celebrate his fame;

Tell all above, and all below,
The debt of love to him you owe.

He left his starry crown,

And laid his robes aside e;
On wings of love came down,

And wept, and bled, and died:

What he endured no tongue can tell,
To save our souls from death and hell.

From the dark grave he rose,

The mansion of the dead;
And thence his mighty foes
In glorious triumph led:

Up through the sky the conqueror rode,
And reigns on high, the Saviour-God.
Jesus, we ne'er can pay

The debt we owe thy love;

Yet tell us how we may

Our gratitude approve:

Our hearts-our all to thee we give;

The gift, though small, do thou receive.

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NOW

Christ's Sufferings and Glory."

TOW 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 the flight,
On wings of everlasting love.

Watts.

H. M.

Stennett.

L. M.

3 Down to this base, this sinful earth

He came, to raise our nature high;
He came t'atone almighty wrath:-
Jesus, the God, was born to die.
4 Hell and its lions roared around,

His precious blood the monsters spilt;
While weighty sorrows pressed him down,
Large as the loads of all our guilt.
5 Deep in the shades of gloomy death
Th' almighty, captive Prisoner lay;
Th' almighty Captive left the earth,
And rose to everlasting day.

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

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The Love of Christ.

our Redeemer's glorious name
Awake the sacred song;

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

2 He left his radiant throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss,

And came to earth to bleed and die-
Was ever love like this?

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.

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Loving-Kindness.

WAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,

Watts.

C. M.

Mrs. Steele.

And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; He justly claims a song from me,

His loving-kindness-oh how free!

2 He saw me ruined in the fall,
Vet loved me notwithstanding all;

L. M.

He saved me from my lost estate,
His loving-kindness-oh how great!
3 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick, and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood,
His loving-kindness-oh how good!
4 Often I feel my sinful heart

Prone from my Saviour to depart;
But though I have him oft forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not.
5 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,
Soon all my mortal powers must fail;
Oh may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death.
6 Then let me mount and soar away
To the bright world of endless day;
And sing, with rapture and surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies.

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The Name of Jesus.

LET earth and heaven combine,

And one high anthem raise,

To sing of love divine,

And shout the Saviour's praise; T'adore the all-atoning Lamb,

And bless the sound of Jesus' name.

Jesus-transporting name!

It charms the hosts above;
They evermore proclaim,
And wonder at his love;

They look upon his heavenly face,
And study his mysterious grace.

His name the sinner hears,

And is from sin set free;

"Tis music in his ears;

"Tis life and victory;

New songs do now his lips employ,
And dances his glad heart for joy.

Stung by the scorpion sin,
My poor expiring soul
The balmy sound drinks in,
And is at once made whole:

Medley.

H. M.