3 Didst thou the great example lead,
In Jordan's swelling flood?
And shall my pride disdain the deed
That's worthy of my God?

4 Dear Lord, the ardor of thy love
Reprove my cold delays;
And now my willing footsteps move
In thy delightful ways.

HYMN CLXXXIX. C. M.

Difficulties in the way of Duty surmounted-
Hinder me not, Gen xxiv. 56.

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R. S.

WHEN Abram's servant to procure

A wife for Isaac went,

He met Rebekah-told his wish,-
Her parents gave consent.

2 Yet for ten days they urg'd the man
His journey to delay;

"Hinder me not," he quick reply'd, "Since God hath crown'd my way,"

3 'Twas thus I cry'd when Christ, the Lord,] My soul to him did wed;

"Hinder me not, nor friends nor foes, "Since God my way hath sped."

"Stay" says the world,

" and taste awhile

"My ev'ry pleasant sweet;"

"Hinder me not," my soul replies, Because the way is great."

"Stay," Satan my old master cries, "Or force shall thee detain; "Hinder me not, I will be gone, "My God has broke thy chain." 6 In all my Lord's appointed ways, My journey I'll pursue."

Hinder me not, ye much lov'd saints,
"For I must go with you."

7 Thro' floods and flames if Jesus lead,
I'll follow where he goes;
Hinder me not, shall be my cry,
Tho' earth and hell oppose.

8 Thro' duty, and thro' trials too
Pll go at his cominand,
Hinder me not, for I am bound
To my Immanu'l's land.

9 And when my Saviour calls me home,
Still this my cry shall be,
Hinder me not, come welcome death,
I'll gladly go with thee.

HYMN CXC. L. M.

Not ashamed of Christ.

JESUS! and shall it ever be

R. S.

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 ev’ning blush to own a star ;

He sheds the beams of light divine,
O'er this benighted soul of mine.

3 Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight befasham'd of noon;
'Tis midnight with my soul till be,
Bright morning-star! ́bid darkness flee.
4 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.

5 Asham'd of Jesus! Yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fear to quell, no soul to save.
6 'Till then-nor is my boasting vain-
'Till then, I boast a Saviour slain !
And O may this my glory be,

That Christ is not asham'd of me!

7 [His institutions would I prize,

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Take up my cross-the shame despise;
Dare to defend his noble cause,
And yield obedience to his laws.]

HYMN CXCI. C. M.

Room at the Gospel Feast, Luke xiv. 22.

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R. S.

'HE King of heav'n his table spreads,
And dainties crown the board;

Not paradise, with all its joys,
Could such delight afford.

2 Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life are giv'n;
Thro' the rich blood that Jesus shed
To raise the soul to heav'n.

3 Ye hungry poor, that long have stray'd
In sin's dark mazes, come;

Come, from your most obscure retreats,
And grace shall find you room.

4 Millions of souls in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
And millions more, still on the way,
Around the board appear.

5 Yet is his house and heart so large,
That millions more may come,
Nor could the whole assembled world
O'er-fill the spacious room.

6 All things are ready, come away,
Nor weak excuses frame;
Crowd to your places at the feast,
And bless the founder's name.

HYMN CXCII. C. M.

The encouragement young persons have to seek Christ, Prov. viii. 17.

R. S.

1 YE hearts with youthful vigour warm,

In smiling crowds draw near,
And turn from ev'ry mortal charm,
A Saviour's voice to hear.

2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high,
Stoops to converse with you;
And lays his radient glories by,
Your friendship to pursue.

3 "The soul, that longs to see my face,
"Is sure my love to gain;

"And those that early seek my grace,
"Shall never seek in vain."

4 What object, Lord, my soul should move
If once compar'd with thee?
What beauty should command my love,
Like what in Christ I see?

5 Away, ye false delusive toys,
Vain tempters of the mind!
Tis here I fix my lasting choice,
For here true bliss I find.

HYMN CXCIII. L. M.

Desiring to depart and be with Christ, Phil. i: 23.

1 WB

R. S.

HILE on the verge of life I stand,
And view the scene on either hand,
My spirit struggles with my clay,
And longs to wing its flight away.

2 Where Jesus dwells my soul would be;
And faints my much-lov'd Lord to see,
Earth, twine no more about my heart,
For 'tis far better to depart.

3 Come ye angelic envoys, come,
And lead the willing pilgrims home!

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