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Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine thro' end-less days! z z z

408.

Not ashamed of Christ.

1 JESUS! and shall it ever be,

(764.) 2 Away, ye dreams of mortal joy!
Raptures divine my thoughts employ;
I see the King of glory shine;
feel his love, and call him mine.

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

2 Ashamed of Jesus! sconer 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! just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon;
"T is midnight with my soul, till he,
Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee.
4 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.

5 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.

6 Til 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.
Joseph Grigg, 1765.
Altered by Benjamin Francis, 1787.

2 The world shut out from all my soul,
And heaven brought in with all its
bliss!-

Oh! is there aught, from pole to pole,
One moment, to compare with this?

3 This is the hidden life I prize,—
A life of penitential love;
When most my follies I despise,
And raise my highest thoughts above:
4 When all I am, I clearly see,

And freely own, with deepest shame;
When the Redeemer's love to me
Kindles within a deathless flame.

(765.) 5 Thus would I live, till nature fail,
And all my former sins forsake;
Then rise to God, within the veil,
And of eternal joys partake.

1 WHEN, at this distance, Lord! we trace
The various glories of thy face,

What transport pours o'er all our breast,
And charms our cares and woes to rest!

Andrew Reed, 1825.

L. M.

Awake, my soul! in joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; He justly claims a song from me,

His lov-ing kindness is so free! Loving kindness, Loving kindness, His lov-ing kindness is so free.

(767.) 2 When I can say," My God is mine!"
When I can feel thy glories shine,
I tread the world beneath my feet,
And all that earth calls good and great.

1 MY GOD, my Life, my Love!
To thee, to thee I call ;
I cannot live, if thou remove,
For thou art All in all.

2 Thy shining grace can cheer

This dungeon where I dwell; 'Tis paradise when thou art here; If thou depart, 't is hell,

3 To thee, and thee alone,

The angels owe their bliss;

They sit around thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jesus is.

4 Not all the harps above

Can make a heavenly place,
If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face.

5 Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one delight afford;
No, not a drop of real joy,
Without thy presence, Lord!

6 Thou art the sea of love,

Where all my pleasures roll,
The circle where my passions move,
And centre of my soul.

415.

(783.) 2 Oh! when wilt thou be mine,
Sweet Lover of my soul!
My Jesus dear, my King divine!
Come, o'er my heart to rule.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

Jesus, All in all.

1 MY LORD, my God, my Love!

To thee, to thee I call;

Oh! come to me from heaven above,
And be my God, my All.

Whenever death shall come;
To die in thee is life to me,
In my eternal home.

3 Whether to live or die,
I know not which is best
To live in thee is bliss to me,
To die is endless rest.

(784.) 4 Living or dying, Lord!

1849.

(785.)

I ask but to be thine;
My life in thee, thy life in me,
Makes heaven for ever mine.
Henry Harbaugh, 1850.

THEODORA.

7s.

From George Frederick Händel, 1685-1759.

Hark! my soul! it is the Lord; 'Tis thy Saviour; hear his word;

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- sus speaks, and speaks to thee,-"Say, poor sin - ner! lov'st thou me?

And, when wounded, healed thy wound;
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.

3 "Can a woman's tender care
Cease towards the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.

4 "Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above;
Deeper than the depths beneath,—
Free and faithful, strong as death.

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5 Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of my throne shalt be;-
Say, poor sinner lovest thou me?"

6 Lord! it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love thee, and adore,-
Oh! for grace to love thee more!
William Cowper, 1772.

1 SWEETER sounds than music knows
Charm me in Immanuel's name;
All her hopes my spirit owes
To his birth, and cross, and shame.

2 Did the Lord a man become,
That he might the law fulfill,
Bleed and suffer in my room?-

And canst thou, my tongue! be still?

3 No, I must my praises bring,

Though they worthless are, and weak; For, should I refuse to sing,

Sure the very stones would speak.

(791.) 4 O my Saviour, Shield, and Sun, Shepherd, Brother, Lord, and Friend, Every precious name in one!

I will love thee without end.

John Newton, 1779.

Je-sus. Lover of my soul! Let me to thy bo- som fly, While the near-er wa-ters roll,

While the tem-pest still is high; Hide me, O my Sa-viour! hide, Till the storm of life is past;