So shalt thou deign in worlds above
Thy suppliant to confess.

HYMN CXXXIII. Matt. xxv. 35-40. (c. M.)
1 JESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace!
Thy bounties how complete!
How shall I count the matchless sum?
How pay the mighty debt?

2 High on a throne of radiant light
Dost thou exalted shine:
What can my poverty bestow,
When all the worlds are thine?

3 But thou hast brethren here below,
The partners of thy grace;

And wilt confess their humble names
Before thy Father's face.

4 In them thou may'st be cloth'd and fed, And visited and cheer'd;

And in their accents of distress
My Saviour's voice is heard.

5 Thy face, with rev'rence and with love, We in thy poor would see:

Oh, may we rather beg our bread,
Than keep it back from thee.

HYMN CXXXIV. Mark VIII. 38. (L. M.) 1 JESUS! and shall it ever be,

A mortal man asham'd of thee? Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days! 2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far Let evening blush to own her star : He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine.

3 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.
4 Asham'd of Jesus! Yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tears to wipe, no good to crave,
And no immortal soul to save.

5 Till then-nor is the boasting vain-
Till then I boast a Saviour slain!
And oh, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not asham'd of me!

HYMN CXXXV. Luke 1. 68–79. (c. M.) 1 Now be the God of Israel bless'd, Who makes his truth appear: His mighty hand fulfils his word, And all the oaths he sware.

2 Now he bedews old David's root
With blessings from the skies:

He makes the Branch of promise grow,
The promis'd Horn arise.

3 John was the prophet of the Lord,
To go before his face ;

The herald which our Saviour-God
Sent to prepare his ways.

4 "Behold the Lamb of God," he cries, "That takes our guilt away:

"I saw the Spirit o'er his head
"On his baptizing-day."

5 The heathen realms with Israel's land Shall join in sweet accord;

And all that's born of man shall see
The glory of the Lord.

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6 Behold the Morning-star arise, Ye that in darkness sit;

He marks the paths that lead to peace,
And guides our doubtful feet.

HYMN CXXXVI. Luke XII. 35-8. (s. M.)

YE servants of the Lord,

Each in his office wait,

Observant of his heav'nly word,

And watchful at his gate.

Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame;
Gird up your loins, as in his sight,
For awful is his name.

Watch, 'tis your Lord's command;
And while we speak, he's near:
Mark the first signal of his haud,
And ready all appear.

O happy servant he,

In such a posture found!

He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honour crown'd.

HYMN CXXXVII. Luke XIV. 17. (L. M.) 1 SINNERS! obey the Gospel-word, Haste to the supper of your Lord; Be wise to know your gracious day: All things are ready, come away. 2 Ready the Father is to own And kiss his late-returning son: Ready the pard'ning Saviour stands, And spreads for you his bleeding hands.

3 Ready the Spirit of his love

Just now the stony heart to move,

T' apply and witness with the blood, And wash and seal you sons of God. 4 Ready for you the angels wait, To triumph in your blest estate: Tuning their harps they long to praise The wonders of redeeming grace. 5 Come then, ye sinners, to your Lord, To happiness in Christ restor'd; His proffer'd benefits embrace, And taste the fulness of his grace.

HYMN CXXXVIII. Luke XV. 7. (L. M.) 1 WHO can describe the joys, that rise Through all the courts of paradise, To see a prodigal return,

To see an heir of glory born ?

2 With joy the Father doth approve The fruit of his eternal love;

The Son with joy looks down and sees The purchase of his agonies. 3 The Spirit takes delight to view The holy soul he form'd anew ; And saints and angels join to sing The growing empire of their King.

HYMN CXXXIX. John 1. 29. (c.M.) 1 BEHOLD the Lamb of God, who bore Thy burdens on the tree,

And paid in blood the dreadful score,
The ransom due for thee!

2 Look to him, till the sight endears
The Saviour to thy heart:

His pierced feet bedew with tears,
Nor from his cross depart.

3 Look to him, till his dying love
Thy every thought controul;
Its vast constraining influence prove
O'er body, spirit, soul.

4 Look to him, as the race you run,
Your never-failing Friend:
Finish he will the work begun,
And grace in glory end.

HYMN CXL. John III. 14-15. (c. M.) 1 So did the Hebrew prophet raise The brazen serpent high:

The wounded felt immediate ease,
The camp forbore to die.

2 "Look upward in the dying hour,
And live," the prophet cries;
But Christ performs a nobler cure,
When faith lifts up her eyes.

3 High on the cross the Saviour hung,
High in the heav'ns he reigns:
Here sinners, by th' old serpent stung,
Look, and forget their pains.

4 When God's own Son is lifted up,
A dying world revives:

The Jew beholds the glorious hope,
Th' expiring Gentile lives.

HYMN CXLI. John III. 16-17. (8. M.)

RAISE your triumphant songs

To an immortal tune:

Let the wide earth resound the deeds
Celestial grace has done.

Sing how eternal love
Its chief-beloved chose,