437.*

2 Whatlovecan becompar'd with thine! | 2 Thy dying love doth justly claim

Who hath to us so just a claim That I should live unto thy praise,

As thou who didst our souls redeem Yea, gladly share in thy disgrace, And for us leave thy throne divine ! And suffer freely for thy name. 3 Go, all ye wise, without control

440. T. 22. Your empty notions still pursue; IF father, mother, children, wife, Jesus alone I have in view,

Houses, or lands, or ought in life, This pow'rful magnet draws my soul.

Delude thy heart, that thou desist of A subject I of Christ my King,

.

From faith and love to Jesus Christ; And tho' I poor and helpless be,

2 His words with due attention hear : Yet all around shall plainly see My Saviour is my ev'ry thing.

My cross whoever will not bear,

And all forsake to follow me, 5 Thee I adore, most gracious Lord, He cannot my disciple be.” Grant that my walk in truth may

be

3 First let us duly count the cost, At all times pleasing unto thee,

And then in Jesus place our trust, Directed by thy holy word.

If we on him alone depend, 6 My King, thy noble statutes write He’midst all trials proves our Friend.

Upon the table of my heart,
Thy grace and truth to me impart, Preserve us, Lord, from looking back:

4 If once the plough in hand we take, And let thy law be my delight.

O let us thro’ thy aiding grace,

Pursue our course with steadiness. T. 56.

5 On those who faithful prove to death, BLESSED Jesus:i:all our hearts incline And show by works of love their faith, Thee to follow, : : where thy footsteps A crown of life thou once wilt place, At all times, and ev'ry where, (shine; Before thy Father them confess. May our words and actions bear A resemblance://:gracious Lord,totbine.

T. 9o. "MY yoke," saith Christ," upon you T. 83.

take, JESUS Christ, thou Leading-star, . Serve me, amidst oppression ;

Thy great name we praise & hallow; The world, and all its joys forsake, From believers be it far

And shun no tribulation; Any other guide to follow : Come follow me, and humbly bear Thou, Lord, if we walk in light,

My cross, and in my suff'rings share." Wilt direct our steps aright.

2 Then let us follow Christ our Lord, 2 Christians are not here below

Both soul and body off'ring, To enjoy earth's transient treasure, Be cheerfully, with one accord, After Christ they're call’d to go, Partakers of his suff'ring;

His reproach they count a pleasure; For they who show true faithfulness Under manifold distress,

Shall gain a rich reward of grace, Thro' the narrow gate they press.

442. T. 243 439.

AMIDST tribulation, THOU meek & patient Lamb of God, We follow our Saviour,

Who can by faith thy suffrings see, Whose name and profession

And not devote himself to thee, We'll honor for ever, His life, and ev'ry drop of blood ! His shame we beár,--and gladly share,

441.*

438. *

T. 26.

445.*

T. 54:

T, 16.

T. 58.

2 We in ev'ry nation

14 Asham'd of Jesus ! of my Lord, Will boldly confess him,

By all heav'n's glorious hosts ador'd! Make known his salvation,

No, I will make my boast of thee, Yea serye him and bless him, In time and in eternity. And him adore-for evermore.

5 And when I stand before thy thrope, 3 Our Lord contradiction

Me 'fore thy heav'nly Father own; Of sinners endured;

Then shall the holy angels see
Him, 'midst all affliction,

Thee, Jesus, not asham'd of me!
We follow, assured
That we at last with him shall rest,

THE suff’sings of this life's short day 443.*

Can't be compard with that display

Of glory, which God's heirs shall prove, CROSS, reproach and tribulation,

When they who Jesus truly love Ye to me are welcome guests,

Shall shine above. When I have this consolation,

2 Therefore we'll follow willingly That my soul in Jesus rests.

Our Saviour in adversity; 2 The reproach of Christ is glorious, Then, after having suffer'd here, Those who here his burden bear

We shall in heav'n his glory share, In the end shall prove victorious,

Beyond compare. And eternal glory share. 3 Christ, our ever-blessed Saviour,

446.* Bore for us reproach and shame, To follow Jesus, is his people's aim, Now as conqu’ror lives for ever, Where'er they go, thro' honor or thro'

And we conquer in his name. shame, 4 Bear then the reproach of Jesus,

They themselves thrice happy esteem, Ye who live a life of faith;

if favor'd Sing ye joyful songs and praises,

,

In his reproach to share, which is still Ev'n in martyrdom and death.

sayor'd

With inward joy. 5 Bonds, and stripes, and tribulation,

447.*

T. 164.
Are our honorable crowns ;
Shame is our glorification,

How great at last my joy will be,

If I have faithful proved
Gloomy dungeons are as thrones,

To Christ, and 'midst adversity
Till
my

last breath him loved.
444.' T, 22.

They who reproach here bear,

In heav'n a crown shall wear; JESUS, and shall it ever be,

Who follow Christ are truly blest, A sinful worm asham'd of thee ? Forbid it Lord! thee I confess,

For they with him shall ever rest. Before both friends and enemies.

448. T. 159. 2 Asham'd of Jesus! of my God, We covenant with hand and heart, Who purchas'd me with his own blood!

To follow Christ our Lord;
Of him who to retrieve

my
loss,

With world, and sin, and self to part, Despis'd the shame, endur'd the cross!

And to obey his word : 3 Asham'd of Jesus ! of that Friend To love each other heartily, On whom my heav'nly hopes depend! In truth and in sincerity, It must not be-be this my shame, And under cross, reproach and shame, That I not more revere his name! To glorify his name,

a

XXV. OfGrowth in Self-knowledge, and Sighing for Grace. 449,* T. 22.

Who to deliver me,

Suffer'd in my stead,
My soul before thee prostrate lies, In a tomb was laid,
To thee, its Source, my spirit flies; And rose from the dead.
O turn to me thy cheering face,

2 Could even all the love I'm poor, enrich me with thy grace.

In heav'nly hosts above, 2 Deeply convinc'd of sin I

cry,

And in the church below, In thy death, Saviour, let me die; At once united prove, 0

may the world, may self and pride And in one bosom glow; In me henceforth be crucify’d. Jesus' love outweighs;

Yea his boundless grace 3 Take full possession of my heart,

Is beyond all praise.
To me thy lowly mind impart,
Break nature's bonds, and let me see, 3 Love is his nature still,
He whom thou free'st, indeed is free. In me he will fulfil
4 My heart in thee, and in thy ways

His precious thoughts of peace,

If I am to his wilt
Delights, yet from thy presence strays;
O keep, I pray, my wav'ring mind
I

Resign'd in ev'ry case;

Let him do what's best,
Stay'd upon thee, to thee resign'd.

Then, supremely blest,
5 I know, that nought in me avails, I enjoy true rest.
Here all my strength and wisdom fails;
Who bids a sinful heart be clean? 4 O my Immanuel,
Thou only, Saviour of lost men! My wounded spirit heal,

I humbly seek thy face; 6. Still will I wait, O Lord, on thee,

Yea pungent sorrow feel,
Till, in thy light, the light I see; That I've abus'd thy grace.
Till thou in my

behalf

appear, Jesus, pardon me, To banish ev'ry doubt and fear,

May I henceforth be, 7 All my own schemes, each self Faithful unto thee.

design, I to thy better will resign;

5 O Lord, thy grace impart,

Refresh and cheer my heart,
Impress this deeply on my breast,
That I in thee am truly blest.

Thy pard'ning love display,

For thou my Saviour art;
8 Then ev'n in storms I thee shall know To me, poor sinner, say:
My sure Support, and Refuge too, “ Thy reproach is mine,
In ev'ry trial I shall prove

All my merit's thine,
Assuredly, that God is Love, Take my peace divine,"

6 I know, that thro' thy grace

Thou wilt, my guilt erase, 450. T. 121.

And banish all my fear;

Wilt grant to me thy peace, FOR grace I weep and pant,

And me with patience beas, 'Tis mercy that I want ;

On me grace bestow, How wretched should I be, Jesus thee to know, Did I not Jesus know !

Amen, be it so!

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453. *

451.* T. 141.

12 Lord, thy body's Saviour,

Comfort us anew,
I AM a poor sinner,
This I surely know;

Ah, regard our weeping,

Thy compassion show;
And if my dear Saviour
Did not love me so,

Pardon our transgressions,

Hear our fervent cry, That my soul, his purchase,

And our souls and bodies He can ne'er forsake,

Heal and sanctify. He ere now had taken His grace from me back,

3 All our days, O Jesus,

Hallow unto thee, 2 Grace, and a sensation

May'our conversation
Of my sinfulness,
Keep on each occasion

To thy honor be;
In me equal pace;

Let us all experience,

To the end of days, While I own ashamed,

Thy reviving presence “ I deserved wrath!”

'Midst thy chosen race, I rejoice, reclaimed From sin's pow'r, by faith.

T. 30. 3 Jesus, when thy blessings

O MY God, I come oppress'd with sad. Fill my needy heart,

ness, Fear and anxious doubtings

Fill my troubled soul with joy & gladness Then from me depart;

In thy salvation ; I in thy atonement

No where else I and true consolation. My election trace, And rejoice astonish'd

2 Faithfully thy Spirit me directed, At

But his warning I have oft neglected; my 4 Witness true and faithful,

Most gracious Saviour,

Pardon and restore me to thy favor. Christ, the church's Head, All is Yea and Amen

3 I confess, O Lord, with deep conThou hast promised;

trition, As I am, so take me

My unfaithfulness, hear my petition ; With my worst and best;

Comfort and bless me, Ever thine preserve me

With thy gracious presence now reTill with thee I rest. 5 Now what thou art doing

4 O baptize me with thy fire & spirit, I with joy will view,

Grapt me from the fulness of thy merit For thy tender mercies

True heart's compunction, Are each morning new;

Prim'tive love, simplicity and unction, And thou wilt thy promise, Lord, fulfil to me,

5 Ģive me grace to walk with circumThat 'midst all my weakness,

spection,

Keep me from the world's and sin's I thy joy shall be.

infection, T. 141.

That my behavior JESUS' love unbounded

May adorn thy doctrine, gracious Sam None can e'er explain;

viour. Yet, alas, how often

454.* T. 16. Do we cause him pain! Even such still grieve him,

O WHAT would be my condition, As enjoy

his
grace,

Did not Jesus stand my Friend !, And, to him devoted,

But his faithful love and mercy, Should show forth his praise. Keep me from all danger screen'd.

lot of grace.

fresh me.

452. *

2 Doth howe'er in my frail nature

Then I true happiness
Something stir that is not good,

And joy in him possess,
And might to my soul prove hurtful, My eyes with tears flow over

Straight I turn to Jesus' blood, For heart-felt thankfulness.
3 Straight to Jesus' wounds and bruises,

457.* T.22.
With believing confidence;

WHILE here on earth we run our race,
Thus I always can find shelter
From sin's baneful influence.

We Jesus' love and kindness trace;

Our faults are more than we can tell, 4 Lamb of God, display the virtue Of thy sanctifying blood,

Yet did his mercy never fail. Overstream with life and blessing 2 When we like wand'ring sheep had

Us poor sinners 'fore thee bow'd; stray'd, 5 Sinners, in ourselves unworthy

His boundless goodness he display'd; Of the smallest crumb of

He sought us, worthless as we are, grace,

And took us in his tender care,
But who dare of boundless

mercy
Boast, to our Redeemer's praise. 3 Asham'd we own our great defect,

And did not Jesus us protect,
455.*
T. 4.

We should be oft depress’d with fears,
We know that we're poor,

While traversing this vale of tears.
And sinful all o'er,
In us there's no good,

-cleanse us, True comfort to the needy heart:

4 But Jesus' blood and death impart dear Saviour, in thy precious blood. Those who still

weak and feeble are, 2 How wondrous thy love

He kindly in his arms will bear.
And mercy do prove,
This plainly our faith-Discerns by

458. T. 119.
thy agony, passion and death.

AT thy feet ::
$ Lord Jesus, receive

At thy pierced feet I lie;
The thanks we can give;

Saviour, mark my heart's contrition,
O that to thy praise, — Each blood-drop Listen to each broken sigh;
within us were hallow'd always ! Ah! refuse not the petition

Of a sinner conscious he's unclean, 4. We all at thy throne

Full of sin ! ::
Now humbly fall down;
Praise tothee, our God, Be brought by 2 Make me clean, :11:
us, sinners, redeem'd with thy blood. My whole nature purify,

Cleanse me in that precious fountain,
456.* T. 244. Which by faith I open'd see,
WHEN I am conscious truly Standing on the blissful mountain,
Of my great sinfulness,

Where thou bar’st my sin, my guilt
And that so very slowly

and shame, Towards the mark I press; Slaughter'd Lamb ! :||: Nought then can comfort me,

3 Look on me, : 11: But Jesus' mercy free,

See each painful wound and sore,
And that he bore with patience

Thou compassionate Physician,
upon
the tree.

Speak the word, my sickness cure, 2 Yea, when I see in spirit

Wrest me from the sad condition,
My Saviour shed his blood, Into which transgression brought my
That I might life inherit,

soul;
And everlasting good;

Make me whole. ::

My sins

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