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HYMN 406. c. M. NEWTON

Newark, Abridge.

Will ye also go away? John vi. 67–69.

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HEN any turn from Zion's way, (AS Methinks I hear my Saviour say,

66 Wilt thou forsake me too ?"

2 Ah, Lord! with such a heart as mine,
Unless thou hold me fast,
My faith will fail, I shall decline,
And prove like them at last.

3 'Tis thou alone hast power and grace,
To save a wretch like me;
To whom then shall I turn my face,
If I depart from thee.

4 Beyond a doubt I rest assur'd,
'Thou art the CHRIST of GOD;
Who hast eternal life secur'd,
By promise and by blood.

5 The help of men and angels join'd,
Could never reach my case!
Nor can I hope relief to find,
But in thy boundless grace.

6 No voice but thine can give me rest,
And bid my fears depart;

No love but thine can make me blest, And satisfy my heart.

HYMN 407.

TH

L. M.

Armley, Kingsbridge.

STEELE.

HOU only Sov'reign of my heart,
My refuge, my almighty Friend-
And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend?

2 Whither, ah! whither shall I

go

A wretched wand'rer from my Lord? Can this dark world of sin and wo, One glimpse of happiness afford? 3 Thy Name my inmost pow'rs adore ; Thou art my life, my joy, my care; Depart from thee!-'tis death-'tis more, 'Tis endless ruin-deep despair!

4 Low at thy feet my soul would lie ;
Here safety dwells, and peace divine;
Still let me live beneath thine eye,
For life, eternal life is thine.

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HYMN 408. c. M.

Standish, Bangor, Walsal.

NO whom, my Saviour, shall I go,
If I depart from thee?

My guide thro' all this vale of wo,
And more than all to me.

2 The world reject thy gentle reign,
And pay thy death with scorn;
Oh, they could plat thy crown again,
And sharpen ev'ry thorn.

3 But I have felt thy dying love
Breathe gently thro' my heart,
To whisper hope of joys above-
And can we ever part?

4 Ah, no, with thee I'll walk below,
My journey to the grave:

To whom, my Saviour, shall I go,
When only thou canst save?

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HYMN 409. S. M. COWPER.

Orange, Wirksworth.

Bor confidently say,

EWARE of Peter's word,

"I never will deny the Lord,"
But "grant I never may."

2 Man's wisdom is to seek
His strength in God alone;
And e'en an angel would be weak,
Who trusted in his own.

3 Retreat beneath his wings,
And in his grace confide;
This more exalts the King of kings
Than all your works beside.

4 In Jesus is our store;

Grace issues from his throne; Whoever says, "I want no more,' Confesses he has none.

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HYMN 410.

L.M.

GREGG.

Portugal, Wells.

Mark viii. 38.

thee!

Not asham'd of Jesus.

TESUS! and shall it ever be,

Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine thro' endless days. 2 Asham'd of Jesus!-sooner far Let ev'ning 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 heav'n depend! No! when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his name. 5 Asham'd of Jesus!-yes I mayWhen I've no guilt to wash awayNo tear to wipe-no good to crave-No fear to quell—no soul to save. 6 Till then-nor is my boasting vainTill then I boast a Saviour slain ! And Oh, may this my glory be, That Christ is not asham'd of me!

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HYMN 411. L. M.

Bath, Kent, Wells.

HALLI, to gain the world's applause,
Or to escape its harmless frown,
Refuse, my Lord, to plead thy cause,
And make thy people's lot my own?-

No! let the world cast out my name,
And vile account me if they will:
If to confess the Lord be shame,
I purpose to be viler still.

3 And what is man, or what his smile?
The terrors of his anger, what?
Like grass he flourishes awhile,
And soon his place shall know him not.

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HYMN 412. L. M.

PRES. DAVIES.

Armley, Darwent.
Self-dedication to God.

LORD, I am thine, entirely thine,

Purchas'd and sav'd by blood divine;

With full consent thine I would be,
And own thy sovʼreign right in me.

2 Grant one poor sinner more a place
Among the children of thy grace;
A wretched sinner, lost to God,
But ransom'd by Immanuel's blood.
3 Thee, my new Master, now I call,
And consecrate to thee my all;
Lord, let me live and die to thee
Be thine thro' all eternity.