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 Till then,-nor is the boasting vain,
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain.
And oh, may this my portion be,
That Saviour's not ashamed of me!
"Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul.”
Heb. vi. 19.
JESUS! at Thy command,
I launch into the deep,
And leave my native land,
Where sin lulls all asleep:
For Thee I fain would all resign,
And sail to heaven with Thee and Thine.
Thou art my pilot wise:
My compass is Thy word.
My soul each storm defies,
While I have such a Lord.
I trust Thy faithfulness and power,
To save me in the trying hour.
3 Though rocks and quicksands deep
Through all my passage lie,
Yet Christ will safely keep
And guide me with His eye:
My anchor, hope, shall firm abide,
And I each boisterous storm outride.
port of endless rest.
My soul! thy sails expand,
And fly to Jesus' breast.
I reach the heavenly shore
Where winds and waves distress no more!
Whene'er becalmed I lie,
And storms forbear to toss,
Be Thou, dear Lord! still nigh,
Lest I should suffer loss:
For more the treacherous calm I dread,
Than tempests bursting o'er my head.
Come, heavenly wind! and blow
A prosperous gale of grace,
To waft from all below
To heaven, my destined place:
Then, in full sail, my port I'll find,
And leave the world and sin behind.
542. "Lo, we have left all, and have followed thee.”
1 JESUS! I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow Thee.
Naked, poor, 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!
God and heaven are still my own.
2 Let the world despise and leave me':
They have left my Saviour too. 7
Human hearts and looks deceive me:-
Thou art not, like them, untrue.
And whilst Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might!
Foes may hate, and friends disown me:
Show Thy face, and all is bright.
3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure:
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain :
In Thy service, pain is pleasure;
With Thy favour, loss is gain.
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.
4 Soul! then, know 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:
Think what Father's smiles are thine:
Think that Jesus died to win thee :
Child of heaven, canst thou repine? 5 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; Heaven's eternal days before thee: God's own hand shall guide me there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission : Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days. Hope shall change to full fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
543. "And thou shalt call his name Jesus." Matt. i. 21.
1 HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast:
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And, to the weary, rest.
3 Dear Name! the rock on which I build ;
My shield and hiding-place;
My never-failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace.
4 Jesus! my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend!
My Prophet, Priest, and King!
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End!
Accept the praise I bring.
5 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But, when I see Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.
6 Till then, I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy name
Refresh my soul in death.
“ In him was life, and the life was the light of men," John. i. 4.
1 LIGHT of life! Seraphic fire!
Love divine! Thyself impart.
Every fainting soul inspire:
Shine in every drooping heart.
2 Every mourning sinner cheer :
Scatter all our guilty gloom.
Saviour! Son of God! appear:
To Thy living temples come.
3 Come, in this accepted hour:
Bring Thy heavenly kingdom in.
Fill us with Thy glorious power,
Rooting out the love of sin.
545. "Nevertheless I am continually with thee."
Psalm 1xxiii. 23-26. L. M.
1 WHEN, in the hour of lonely wo,
I give my sorrows leave to flow,
And anxious fear and dark distrust
Weigh down my spirit to the dust ;-
2 When not even friendship's gentle aid
Can heal the wounds the world has made;-
Oh, this shall check each rising sigh;
My Saviour is for ever nigh!
3 His counsels and upholding care
My safety and my comfort are:
And He shall guide me all my days,
Till glory crown the work of grace.
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