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2 ”Tis God the Spirit leads
In paths before unknown;
The work to be performed is ours,
The o is all His own.
3 Assisted by His grace,
We still pursue our way,
And hope at last to reach the prize,
Secure in endless day.
4 'Tis He that works to will,
'Tis He that works to do;
His is the power by which we aet;
His be the glory too !
Henry Ustic Onderdonk. 1826.
And Benjamin Beddome. d. 1799.

470 S. M. 1. To God the only wise, Our Savior and our King, Let all the saints below the skies Their humble praises bring. 2 'Tis His almighty Love, His counsel and His care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, And every hurtful snare. 3 He will present our souls Unblemished, and complete Before the glory of His face, With joys divinely great. 4 Then all His faithful sons Shall meet around the throne, Shall bless the conduct of His grace, And make his wonders known. 5 To our Redeemer-God Wisdom and power belongs, Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting songs.

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FOLLOWING CHRIST. 471 I. M. 6 l. 1 AND art Thou, gracious Master, gone, A mansion to prepare for me? Shall I behold Thee on Thy throne, And there forever dwell with Thee? Then let the world approve or blame, I’ll triumph in Thy glorious Name. 2 What transport, Lord, shall fill my heart, When Thou my worthless name shalt own : When I shall see Thee as Thou art, And know as I myself am known : From sin and fear and sorrow free, My soul shall find its Rest in Thee. Thomas Kelly. 1804.

472 8, 7. 1 JEsus, I my cross have taken,

All to leave and follow Thee;

Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my All shalt be.

Perish every fond ambition,
All I’ve sought, or hoped, or known;

Yet how rich is my condition 1
God and heaven are still my own.

2 Man may trouble and distress me,
'Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
O, 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy Love is left to me;
O, 'twere not in joy to charm me.
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
3 Take, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear.

Think what Spirit dwells within thee;

What a Father's smile is Thine;

What a Savior died to win Thee:
Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?

4 Haste thee on from grace to glory,

Armed by faith and winged by prayer;

Heaven’s eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.

Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;

Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

Henry Francis Lyte. 1833. 473 L. M.

1 JESUs, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days'

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.

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.

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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 Savior jo !
And 0, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me !

Benjamin Francis. 1787.
From Joseph Grigg. d. 1768.

As a w Uould evuvv... ----------- T. M. 6 J.
Not alone for heavenly pleasure
Doth my thirsty spirit pine;
For its Savior yearning ever:
I will leave my Jesus never !
5 From that living Fountain drinking,
Walking always at His side,
Christ shall lead me without sinking
Through the river's rushing tide,
With the blest to sing forever;
I will leave my Jesus never !
Unknown. 1864.
Tr. Christian Keymann. 1656.

477 Folget mir, ruft uns das Leben. 7's. 1 SAvior, meet it is indeed We should all Thy bidding heed: Help us, make us strong and bold, Firm and fast Thy grace to hold. Moved by wondrous love divine, For our life Thou gavest Thine;

And Thy precious outpoured Blood

475 Jesu, geh voran. 3, 8. 1 JESUs, still lead on, A. Till our Rest be won 1 nd although the way be cheerless We will follow, calm and fearless. » Guide us by Thy hand To our Fatherland

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2 If the way be drear, If the foe be near, Let not faithless fears o'ertake us, | Let not faith and hope forsake us; For through many a foe To our home we go!

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Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Henry Francis Lyte. 1833.

473 L. M.
1 JESUs, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days!

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.

I will leave my Jesus never.

2 In His Name I stand acquitted
While upon the earth I stay:
What I have to Him committed
He will keep until that day.
Be His service my endeavor;
I will leave my Jesus never!

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