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HYMN 411. L. M.
Bath. Kent. Wolls. 1 SHALL I, to gain the world's applause,
Or to escape its harmless frown,
And make thy people's lot my own ?2 No! let the world cast out my name ;
And vile account me if they will;
I purpose to be viler still.
The terrors of his anger, what ?
Self-dedication to God.
Purchas'd and sav'd by blood divine;
And own thy sov'reign right in me. 2 Grant one poor sinner more a place
Among the children of thy grace ;
But ransom'd by Immanuel's blood. 3 Thee, my new Master, now I call,
And consecrate to thee my all;
HYMN 413. L. M. Montgomery.
Chatham. Leeds. Bath.
Social dedication to God.
On thy redeeming name we call;
Pardon and sanctify us all.
To fear and follow thy commands ;
Accept the service of our hands.
Our Master's voice will we obey,
The heat and burden of our day. 4 Yet, Lord! for us a resting place,
In heav'n-at thy right hand prepare,
Be all our conversation there.
With all my pow'rs to serve the Lord; Nor from his precepts e'er depart,
Whose service is a rich reward. 2 Oh, be his service all my joy! Around let my example shine,
Till others love the blest employ,
And join in labors so divine.
My solemn, my determin'd choice,
And in his kind commands rejoice. 4 Oh, may I never faint, nur tire,
Nor wand'ring, leave his sacred ways;
Ruth i. 16-19.
I have sought the world around,
Peace and comfort no where found: Now to you my spirit turns,
Turns, -a fugitive unblest;
Oh, receive me intu rest. 2 Lonely I no longer roam,
Like the cloud, the wind, the wave, Where
dwell shall be my home, Where you die shall be my grave; Mine the God whom you adore
Your Redeemer shall be mine;
HYMN 416. C. M.
Colchester. Stade. Hinder me not. Gen. xxiv. 58. 1 WHEN Jesus bade me leave the world,
My downward steps retrace; 'Twas thus I answer'd every foe,
And fled to his embrace. 2 Stay, said the world, and taste awhile
My ev'ry pleasant sweet; Hinder me not, my soul replied,
Because the way is great.
My journey I'll pursue :
For 1 must go with you.
I go at his command;
Welcome to young Converts. 1 WELCOME, ye hopeful heirs of heav'n,
To this rich feast of gospel love-
To that immortal feast above.
And hold by faith communion sweet,
With Christ our dear and common Lord. 3 And if so sweet this feast below,
What will it be to meet above,
Are fruits of everlasting love!
Whilst list'ning worlds the song approve ;
When sinners shall their voices raise,
Triumphant in the land of praise. 2 Glory to God! they all shall cry:
Who is so great a God as ours ! We have a City strong and high,
Salvation is for walls and tow'rs. 3 Secure from danger, as from dread,
We never shall be put to shame, Who hither have for refuge fled ;
For Jesus is our City's name, 4 Open the gates, and open wide,
Let every faithful soul go in;