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"In the Cross of Christ I glory."
Gal. vi. 14.

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me;

Lo, it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming

Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds more lustre to the day.

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there, that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.

5 In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.

Sir John Bowring. (1792-1872) 1825.

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"Kreuz wir grüssen dich von Herzen."
1 CROSS, reproach, and tribulation,
Ye to me are welcome guests,
When I have this consolation,

That my soul in Jesus rests.

2 The reproach of Christ is glorious;
Those who here His burden bear
In the end shall prove victorious,
And eternal gladness share.

3 Bear, then, the reproach of Jesus,

Ye who live a life of faith;
Lift triumphant songs and praises,
E'en in martyrdom and death.
Bonds, and stripes, and evil story,
Are our honorable crowns;

I EARTHLY joys no longer please us, Here would we renounce them all, Seek our only rest in Jesus,

Him our Lord and Master call.

2 Faith, our languid spirits cheering,
Points to brighter worlds above,
Bids us look for His appearing,
Bids us triumph in His love.

3 May our lights be always burning,
And our loins be girded round,
Waiting for our Lord's returning,
Longing for the welcome sound.
4 Thus the Christian life adorning,
Never will we be afraid,

Should He come at night or morning,
Early dawn or evening shade.

Arr. by Lowell Mason. (1792-1872.) 1825.

1. JE - SUS, and shall it ever be,

A

mor-tal man ashamed of Thee?

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! just as soon

Let midnight be ashamed of noon;
'Tis midnight with my soul, till He,
Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee.

❖ 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 fear 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 ashamed of me.

No other wealth will I require;
No other friend can I desire.

3 Yea, into nothing would I fall
For Thee alone, my All in all;
To feel Thy love, my only joy,
To tell Thy love, my sole employ.
Moravian Collection. 1754. ab.

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Glorying in the Cross of Christ
Gal. vi. 14.

WE sing the praise of Him who died,
Of Him who died upon the cross;
The sinner's hope let men deride,
For this we count the world but loss.
2 Inscribed upon the cross we see,
In shining letters, "God is Love;"
He bears our sins upon the tree,

He brings us mercy from above.

3 The cross! it takes our guilt away;
It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens every bitter cup.

4 It makes the coward spirit brave,

And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes its terror from the grave,
And gilds the bed of death with light:

5 The balm of life, the cure of woe,
The measure and the pledge of love,
The sinner's refuge here below,
The angels' theme in heaven above.
Rev. Thomas Kelly (1769-1855.) 18-0

LOUVAN. L. M.

Virgil Corydon Taylor. (1817-) 1847

can pay,

And call it my

su - preme

o . bey.

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2 What is my being but for Thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end,
Thine ever-smiling face to see,

Christ's Service the Fruit of our Labors
Phil i. 22.

And serve the cause of such a Friend!

3 I would not breathe for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days nor powers employ
To spread a sounding name abroad.
'Tis to my Saviour I would live,

To Him who for my ransom died;
Nor could the bowers of Eden give

Such bliss as blossoms at His side.
5 His work my hoary age shall bless,
When youthful vigor is no more;
And my last hour of life confess

His dying love, His saving power. Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1707-1751.) 1755. alt. 620

For Grace to surrender all.

1 JESUS, our best belovéd Friend,
Draw out our souls in pure desire;
Jesus, in love to us descend,

Baptize us with Thy Spirit's fire.
2 On Thy redeeming Name we call,
Poor and unworthy though we be:
Pardon and sanctify us all;

Let cach Thy full salvation see. 3 Our souls and bodies we resign,

To fear and follow Thy commands;

So let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine,
To prove the doctrine all divine.

2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honors of our Saviour God;
When His salvation reigns within,
And grace subdues the power of sin.

3 Our flesh and sense must be denied,
Passion and envy, lust and pride;
While justice, temperance, truth, and love,
Our inward piety approve.

4 Religion bears our spirits up,

While we expect that blesséd hope,
The bright appearance of the Lord,
And faith stands leaning on His word.

Rev Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 1709. sl. alt.

Our daily cross to bear;

Like Thee, to do our Father's will,
Our brethren's griefs to share.

3 If joy shall at Thy bidding fly,

And grief's dark day come on,
We in our turn would meekly cry,
Father, Thy will be done.

4 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame,
Or brethren faithless prove,
Then, like Thine own, be all our aim
To conquer them by love.

5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife,
Forgiving and forgiven,

O may we lead the pilgrim's life,
And follow Thee to heaven.

Rev. John Hampden Gurney. (1802-1862) 1838. ab

CHRISTMAS. C. M.

George Frederick Handel. (1685-1759.)

I. AM I a soldier of

follower of the Lamb? And shall I

fear to

2 Must I be carried to the skies

On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?

Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord;
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy word.

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer though they die;
They view the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all Thine armies shine

In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine.

Hinder me not! shall be my cry,
Though earth and hell oppose.

3 Through duty, and through trials too,
I'll go at His command;
Hinder me not, for I am bound

To my Immanuel's land.

4 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.

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Rev. John Ryland. (1753-1825.) 1773. ab.

The High-way to Zion.
Is. xxxv. 8-10.

ISING, ye redeemed of the Lord,
Your great Deliverer sing:
Pilgrims for Zion's city bound,
Be joyful in your King.

2 A hand divine shall lead you on
Through all the blissful road,
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your smiling God.

3 There garlands of immortal joy
Shall bloom on every head;
While sorrow, sighing, and distress,
Like shadows all are fled.

4 March on in your Redeemer's strength; Pursue His footsteps still;

And let the prospect cheer your eye,
While laboring up the hill.

Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702-1751.) 1755