3 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!
4 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!

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Not ashamed of Christ.

I'M not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause;
Maintain the honor of his word,
The glory of his cross.

2 Jesus, my God!—I know his name—
His name is all my trust;

Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

3 Firm as his throne-his promise stands, And he can well secure

What I've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.

4 Then will he own my worthless name Before his Father's face,

And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.

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The Ingratitude of rejecting Christ.

AND will the Lord thus condescend
To visit sinful worms?

Thus at the door shall mercy stand,
In all her winning forms?

2 Surprising grace!—and shall my
Unmoved and cold remain?
Has it no soft-no tender part?
Must mercy plead in vain ?

3 Shall Jesus for admission

heart

sue,
His charming voice unheard?
And shall my heart, his rightful due,
Remain forever barred?

4 Dear Lord, exert thy conquering grace;
Thy mighty power display:
One beam of glory from thy face
Can melt my sin away.

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Rejoicing before the Cross.

SWEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend;
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend.

2 Truly blessed is this station,
Low before his cross to lie;
While I see divine compassion
Beaming in his gracious eye.
3 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe;
Constant still, in faith abiding,

Life deriving from his death.

4 May I still enjoy this feeling,
Still to my Redeemer go;

Prove his wounds each day more healing,
And himself more truly know.

WHEN I survey the wondrous cross,
On which the Prince of glory died,

My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.

3 See from his head-his hands-his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown! 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing-so divine,

Demands my soul—my life—my all.

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Praise to Christ, the Author of Salvation. 1 CROWN his head with endless blessing, Who, in God the Father's name, With compassion never ceasing, Comes, salvation to proclaim! 2 Lo! Jehovah, we adore thee!—

Thee, our Saviour!-thee, our God!
From thy throne, let beams of glory
Shine through all the world abroad.
3 Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing,
Thee our God in praise we own;
Highest honors, never failing,
Rise eternal round thy throne.
4 Now, ye saints, his power confessing,
In your grateful strains adore;
For his mercy, never ceasing,
Flows, and flows for evermore.

Hallelujah, Amen.

BEYOND where Cedron's waters flow,
Behold the suffering Saviour go,
To sad Gethsemane;

His countenance is all divine,
Yet grief appears in every line.

2 He bows beneath the sins of men-
He cries to God, and cries again,
In sad Gethsemane ;

He lifts his mournful eyes above'My Father, can this cup remove?' 3 With gentle resignation still, He yielded to his Father's will, In sad Gethsemane ;

'Behold me here, thy only Son,
'And, Father, let thy will be done.'
4 The Father heard-and angels there
Sustained the Son of God in prayer,
In sad Gethsemane;

He drank the dreadful cup of pain-
Then rose to life and joy again.

5 When storms of sorrow round us sweep, And scenes of anguish make us weep, To sad Gethsemane

We'll look, and see the Saviour there,
And humbly bow, like him, in prayer.

HARK! from yonder mount arise
Notes of sadness-Jesus dies!
On the cross the Lord of lords

Love for guilty man records;
Sinner, sinner,

Hear your dying Saviour's words.
2 Mortal! for your guilt I die,
Guilt that dared your God defy;
Blood for blood I freely give;
Death I taste that you may live;
Will you, sinner,

Free salvation now receive?

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The Spirit enlightening and renewing.
ETERNAL Spirit! we confess
And sing the wonders of thy grace;
Thy power conveys our blessings down
From God the Father, and the Son.

2 Enlightened by thine heavenly ray,
Our shades and darkness turn to day;
Thine inward teachings make us know
Our danger and our refuge too.

3 Thy power and glory work within,
And break the chains of reigning sin;
Our wild, imperious lusts subdue,
And form our wretched hearts anew,

4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice;
Thy cheering words awake our joys;
Thy words allay the stormy wind-
And calm the surges of the mind.