I Saviour, who Thy flock art feed - ing With the shep herd's kind - est care,

All the fee - ble gently lead-ing, While the lambs Thy bo som share; A-MEN.

133 SILOAM C. M.

Isaac B. Woodbury, 1842

2 Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,

Is upward drawn to God.

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay;

The rose that blooms beneath the hill
Must shortly fade away:

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man's maturer age

Will shake the soul with sorrow's power
And stormy passion's rage.

5 O Thou, whose infant feet were found
Within Thy Father's shrine,
Whose years, with changeless virtue
crowned,

Were all alike Divine;

6 Dependent on Thy bounteous breath,
We seek Thy grace alone

In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To keep us still Thine own.

134 (BROCKLESBURY) 8. 7. 8. 7.

I SAVIOUR, who Thy flock art feeding,
With the shepherd's kindest care,
All the feeble gently leading,
While the lambs Thy bosom share;

2 Now, these little ones receiving,

Fold them in Thy gracious arm; There, we know, Thy word believing, Only there secure from harm.

Bishop Reginald Heber, 1812 (Text of 1827)

3 Never, from Thy pasture roving,

Let them be the lion's prey;
Let Thy tenderness, so loving, [way.
Keep them through life's dangerous
4 Then, within Thy fold eternal,

Let them find a resting-place,
Feed in pastures ever vernal,
Drink the rivers of Thy grace.

Rev. William A. Mühlenberg, 1826

Ashamed of Thee whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days! A - MEN.

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.

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 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.

Rev. Joseph Grigg, 1765: alt. Rev. Benjamin Francis, 1787

I Now I re-solve with all my heart, With all my powers, to serve the Lord;

Nor from His pre-cepts e'er de-part Whose ser-vice is a rich re-ward. A - MEN.

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.

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

4 Then will He own my worthless name
Before His Father's face,

3 Firm as His throne His promise stands, And in the New Jerusalem And He can well secure

Appoint my soul a place.

Rev. Isaac Watts, 1709

The Lord's Supper

139 (EVAN) C. M.

I ACCORDING to Thy gracious word, 4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes,

In meek humility,

This will I do, my dying Lord,

I will remember Thee.

2 Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be ;
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember Thee.

3 Gethsemane can I forget?

Or there Thy conflict see, Thine agony and bloody sweat, And not remember Thee?

And rest on Calvary,

O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice,

I must remember Thee;

5 Remember Thee, and all Thy pains,
And all Thy love to me:

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember Thee.

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb,
And mind and memory flee,
When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come,
Jesus, remember me.

James Montgomery, 1825