5 Ashamed of Jesus! empty pride; I'll boast a Saviour crucified; And, O, may this my portion be, My Saviour not ashamed of me.

HYMN 176. S. M. Prayer for Christian Graces.

JESUS, my strength, my hope,

On thee I cast my care,

With humble confidence look up,
And know thou hear'st my prayer:
Give me on thee to wait,

Till I can all things do;
On thee, Almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.

2 I want a sober mind,

A self-renouncing will,

That tramples down and casts behind
The baits of pleasing ill:

A soul inured to pain,

To hardship, grief, and loss;
Ready to take up and sustain

The consecrated cross.

3 I want a godly fear,

A quick, discerning eye,

That looks to thee when sin is near,

And sees the tempter fly;

A spirit still prepared,

And arm'd with jealous care,
For ever standing on its guard,

And watching unto prayer.

4 I want a heart to pray,

To pray and never cease,
Never to murmur at thy stay,
Or wish my sufferings less;
This blessing, above all,

Always to pray I want,
Out of the deep on thee to call,
And never, never faint.

5 I want a true regard,

A single, steady aim,

Unmoved by threatening or reward,

HYMN 177. III. 3.
Prayer for Guidance.

GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,

Pilgrim through this barren land; I am weak, but thou art mighty; Hold me with thy powerful hand. 2 Open now the crystal fountains Whence the living waters flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,

Lead me all my journey through. 3 Feed me with the heavenly manna In this barren wilderness;

Be my sword, and shield, and banner;
Be the Lord my righteousness.

4 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death, and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side.

To Jesus let us lift our eyes,
Bright pattern of the Christian life.

2 O how benevolent and kind,
How mild, how ready to forgive:
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live.

3 To do his heavenly Father's will
Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life divinely bright.
4 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.

5 But, ah, how blind, how weak we are,
How frail, how apt to turn aside;
Lord, we depend upon thy care;
We ask thy Spirit for our guide.

6 Thy fair example may we trace,
To teach us what we ought to be;
Make us, by thy transforming grace,
O Saviour, daily more like thee.

HYMN 179. S. M.
Duties.

A CHARGE to keep I have,

A God to glorify;

A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky:

4 Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve,

And press with vigour on;

A heavenly race demands thy zeal,

And an immortal crown.

HYMN 181. C. M.
Doubting.

HE Lord will happiness divine

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On contrite hearts bestow :
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine

A contrite heart, or no? ·

2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;

If aught is felt, 'tis only pain
To find I cannot feel.

3 My best desires are faint and few,

I fain would strive for more;

But when I cry, "My strength renew,"
Seem weaker than before.

4 I see thy saints with comfort fill'd,
When in thy house of prayer;
But still in bondage I am held,

And find no comfort there.

5 O make this heart rejoice or ache;
Decide this doubt for me;

And if it be not broken, break;
And heal it, if it be.

HYMN 182. C. M.
Desires after renewed Holiness

OH for a closer walk with God,

A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road

That leads me to the Lamb.

2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd;
How sweet their memory still:
But now I feel an aching void
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,

Sweet messenger of rest;

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame;

So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

HYMN 183. III. 1.

Trials.

"TIS my happiness below

Not to live without the cross;
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss.

2 Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all—
This is happiness to me.

3 Did I meet no trials here,

No chastisement by the way,
Might I not with reason fear
I should be a cast-away?

4 Trials make the promise sweet;
Trials give new life to prayer;
Bring me to my Saviour's feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.

HYMN 184. C. M.

Habitual Devotion.

WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power,

Be my vain wishes still'd:

And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.

To thee my thoughts would soar: Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd,

That mercy I adore.

8 In each event of life, how clear

Thy ruling hand I see:

Each blessing to my soul more dear,

Because conferr'd by thee.

4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,

My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
'Resign'd, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gathering storm shall see;

My steadfast heart shall know no fear,
That heart will rest on thee.

The few lurid mornings that dawn on us

here,

Are enough for life's woes, full enough for

its cheer.

2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by

sin,

Temptation without, and corruption with

in:

E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,

And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent

tears.

3 I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb,

Since Jesus hath laid there, I dread not its gloom;

There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me

arise

To hail him in triumph descending the

skies.

4 Who, who would live alway, away from

his God;

Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,

And the noontide of glory eternally reigns : 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony

meet.

Their Saviour and brethren, transported to

greet;

While the anthems of rapture unceasingly

roll,

And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.

HYMN 189. C. M.

HARK! from the tombs a mournful sound;

Mine ears attend the cry;

Ye living men, come view the ground

Where you must shortly lie.

2 Princes, this clay must be your bed,
In spite of all your towers;
The tall, the wise, the reverend head
Must lie as low as ours.

3 Great God, is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure?

Still walking downward to the tomb,
And yet prepare no more?

4 Grant us the power of quickening grace To raise our souls to thee,

That we may view thy glorious face
To all eternity.

4 O may I find in death

A hiding-place with God,
Secure from woe and sin; till call'd
To share his blest abode.

5 Cheer'd by this hope, I wait,

Through toil, and care, and grief, Till my appointed course is run, And death shall bring relief.

HYMN 191.

VITAL spark of heavenly flame,

Quit, O quit this mortal frame;
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,
O, the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.

2 Hark, they whisper, angels say,
Sister spirit, come away!
What is this absorbs me quite;
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
3 The world recedes, it disappears:
Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears
With sounds seraphic ring:
Lend, lend your wings; I mount, I fly:
O grave, where is thy victory,
O death, where is thy sting?

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XII. JUDGMENT.
HYMN 192. C. M.

THEN, rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

I see my Maker, face to face;

O, how shall I appear.

2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought;

3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

O, how shall I appear.

4 But thou hast told the troubled mind,
Who does her sins lament,
That faith in Christ's atoning blood
Shall endless woe prevent.

5 Then never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to procure,

Who knows thine only Son has died
To make that pardon sure.

HYMN 193. S. M.

AND will the Judge descend?

And must the dead arise?

And not a single soul escape
His all-discerning eyes?

2 And from his righteous lips

Shall this dread sentence sound;
And through the numerous guilty throng
Spread black despair around?

3 Depart from me, accursed,

To everlasting flame,

For rebel angels first prepared,
Where mercy never came.

4 How will my heart endure

The terrors of that day,

When earth and heaven before his face Astonish'd shrink away?

5 But, ere the trumpet shakes

The mansions of the dead,

Hark! from the Gospel's cheering sound, What joyful tidings spread.

6 Ye sinners. seek his grace,

Whose wrath ye cannot bear; Fly to the shelter of his cross, And find salvation there.

7 So shall that curse remove,

By which the Saviour bled;

And the last awful day shall pour
His blessings on your head.

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HYMN 194. II. 7.

REAT God, what do I see and hear!

The end of things created:

The Judge of man I see appear,

On clouds of glory seated.

The trumpet sounds, the graves restore The dead which they contain'd before; Prepare, my soul, to meet him.

2 The dead in Christ shall first arise At the last trumpet's sounding, Caught up to meet him in the skies,

With joy their Lord surrounding: No gloomy fears their souls dismay, His presence sheds eternal day

On those prepared to meet him.

3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears,

Behold his wrath prevailing ; For they shall rise, and find their tears

And sighs are unavailing.

The day of grace is past and gone; Trembling they stand before the throne, All unprepared to meet him.

4 Great God, what do I see and hear! The end of things created:

O,

XIII.

ETERNITY.

HYMN 196. S. M. where shall rest be found,

Rest for the weary soul:

'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole.

2 The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh:
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.

3 Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that life is love.

4 There is a death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
O, what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death.

5 Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun,
Lest we be driven from thy face,
For evermore undone.