3 But I have felt thy dying love
Breathe gently thro' my heart,
To whisper hope of joys above-
And can we ever part?

4 Ah, no, with thee I'll walk below,
My journey to the grave:
To whom, my Saviour, shall I go,
When only thou canst save?

HYMN 409.

S. M.

COWPER.

IBEWARE of Peter's word,

Nor confidently say,

"I never will deny the Lord,"
But "grant I never may."

2 Man's wisdom is to seek
His strength in God alone;
And e'en an angel would be weak,
Who trusted in his own.

3 Retreat beneath his wings,
And in his grace confide;
This more exalts the King of kings
Than all your works beside.

4 In Jesus is our store;

Whoever says,

Grace issues from his throne;
"I want no more,
Confesses he has none.

HYMN 410. L. M.

GREGG.

Not asham'd of Jesus. Mark viii. 38.

1 ESUS! and shall it ever be,

JESU

thee!

Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine thro' endless days.

2 Asham'd of Jesus!-sooner far
Let ev'ning blush to own a star:
He sheds the beams of light divine,
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
3 Asham'd of Jesus!-just as soon
Let midnight be asham'd of noon;
"Tis midnight with my soul, till He,
Bright morning Star, bid darkness flee.
4 Asham'd of Jesus!-that dear friend,
On whom my hopes of heav'n depend!
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.

5 Asham'd 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 Oh, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not asham'd of me!

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HYMN 411. L. M.

SHALL I, to gain the world's appplause,

Or to escape its harmless frown,

Refuse, my Lord, to plead thy cause,
And make thy people's lot my own?-

2 No! let the world cast out my name ;
And vile account me if they will;
If to confess the Lord be shame,
I purpose to be viler still.

3 And what is man, or what his smile?
The terrors of his anger, what?
Like grass he flourishes awhile,

And soon his place shall know him not.

HYMN 412.

L. M. PRES. DAVIES.

Self-dedication to God.

ORD, I am thine, entirely thine, Purchas'd and sav'd by blood divine; With full consent thine I would be, And own thy sov'reign right in me. 2 Grant one poor sinner more a place Among the children of thy grace ; A wretched sinner, lost to God, But ransom'd by Immanuel's blood. 3 Thee, my new Master, now I call, And consecrate to thee my all; Lord, let me live and die to theeBe thine thro' all eternity.

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HYMN 413. L. M.

JESU

MONTGOMERY.

Social dedication to God.

ESUS! our best beloved Friend, On thy redeeming name we call; Jesus! in love to us descend,

Pardon and sanctify us all.

2 Our souls and bodies we resign,
To fear and follow thy commands;
O take our hearts-our hearts are thine,
Accept the service of our hands.
3 Firm, faithful, watching unto pray❜r,
Our Master's voice will we obey,
Toil in thy vineyard here, and bear
The heat and burden of our day.
4 Yet, Lord! for us a resting place,
In heaven-at` thy right hand prepare,
And, till we see thee face to face,
Be all our conversation there.

HYMN 414.

L. M.

STEELE.

The noblest resolution. Josh. xxiv. 15.

M

"AY I resolve with all my heart,
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. 3 Be this the purpose of my soul, My solemn, my determin'd choice, To yield to his supreme control, And in his kind commands rejoice. 4 Oh, may I never faint, nor tire, Nor wand'ring, leave his sacred ways; Great God, accept my soul's desire, And give me strength to live thy praise.

HYMN 415. 7s.

MONTGOMERY.

Ruth 1. 16-19.

EOPLE of the living God!

Paths of sin and sorrow trod,

around,

Peace and comfort no where found:

Now to you my spirit turns,

Turns, a fugitive unblest; Brethren! where your altar burns, Oh, receive me into rest.

2 Lonely I no longer roam,

Like the cloud, the wind, the wave, Where you dwell shall be my home, Where you die shall be my grave; Mine the God whom you adoreYour Redeemer shall be mine; Earth can fill my soul no more, Every idol I resign.