2 Asham'd of Jesus ! sooner far

Let evening blush to own a star:-
He ehed the beams of light divine

O'er this benighted soul of mire. 3 Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon

Let midnight be asham'd of noon :-
'Tis midnight with my soul till he,

Brighi inorning. Star, bids darkuess flec, 4 Asham'd of Jesus! yes, I may

When I've no sin to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,

No fears to quell, no soul to save. 5 Till then,--por is my boasting vain,

Till then I'll boast a Saviour slain ;
And, 0, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not asham'd of me.

150.

C. M
Christ's Condescension.
Jesus, the great, the mighty God,

A man of griefs became;
In paths ot' ineekness here he trod,

And bore the sinner's shame. 2 Humility, how bright it shines !

In every act he wrought;
What lonlinege of heart and mind

Appear'd in all he taught.

3 Led as a lamb, to meet the sword,

He bow'd beneath the stroke; Not one revengeful, angry word,

The dear Redeemer spoke.
4 O may his meekness be my guide,

The pattern I pursue ;
How can I bear revenge or pride,
With Jesus in my view.
151.

L. M.

The Same. How soft the words my Saviour spoaks,

How kind the promises lie makes: A bruised reed he never breaks,

Nor will he quench the smoking flax. 2 The humblo poor he won't despise,

Nor on the contrito sinner frown: His ear is open to their crics,

Hlo quickly sends salvation down. 3 He sees the struggles that provail,

Between the powers of grace and sin; He kindly listens while they tell

The bitter pangs they foel within. 4 Though press'd with fears on every side,

They know not how tie strife may end, Yet he will soon the cause decide,

And judgment unto victory scnd.

152.

L. M.

Confession. LURD, lend thine car while children raise To thee a hyinn of humble praise : 'Tis by thy great compassion we

Are taught to love, and worship thee. 2 What wicked children we have been!

Alas! how soon we learn to sin :
But now we learn to read and pray,

And not to break the Sabbath-day. 30! if we should again begin

To grieve our God, and turn to sin,
And let our guilty passions loose ;

Then shall we be without excuse. 4 Remember, Lord, we are hut dust,

"Tis to thy grace alone we trust;
Do thou instruct and guide us still,
That we may ne'cr forget thy will.

153.

S. M.
Heaven and Hell.
There is beyond the sky

A heaven of joy and love,
And holy children, when they die,

Go to that world above.

? There is a dreadful hell,

And everlasting pains ;
There sinners must with devils dwell,

In darkness, fire, and chains. 3 Can such a wretch as I

Escape this cursed end?
And may I hope whene'er 1 dic,

I shall to heaven ascend? 4 Then will I read and pray,

While I have life and breath ;
Lest I should be cut off to-day,

And sent t'eternal death.

154.

L. M.
Danger of Delay.
Why should I say, 'tis yet too soon

To seek for heav'n or think of death?
A fiower may fade before 'tis noon,

And I, this day, may lose my breath. 2 What if the Lord grow wroth, and, gwear

While I refuse to read and pray, That he'l! rofuse to lend an ear

To all my groans another day! 3 'Tis dang'rous to provoke our God;

His power and vengeance none can tell ; One stroke of his almighty rod,

Shall send young sinners quick to hell

4 Then 'twill for ever be in vain

To cry for pardon and for grace,
To wish I had my time again,
Or hope to see my Maker's face.
155.

L. M.
The Liar's Portion.
O'tis a lovely thing for youth

To walk betimes in wisdom's way, To fear a lie, to speak the truth,

That we may trust to all they say. 2 The Lord delights in them that speak

The words of truth; but every liar Must have his portion in the lake

That burns with brimstone and with firó. 3 Then let me always watch my lips,

Lest I ve struck to death and hell, Since God a book of reck’ning keeps For every lie that children tell. 156.

C. M. Against Scoffing: Our congues were made to bless the Lord,

And not speak ill of men; When others give a railing word,

We must not rail again. 2 The lips that dare be so profane,

To mock, and jeer, and scoff At holy things, or holy mon,

The Lord shall cut them off