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2 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no sins to wash away,
3 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.
4 Till then, - nor is the boasting vain,
Till then I boast a Saviour slain;
LYRA CATH. ALT.
The Better Part.
1 As Jesus sought his wandering sheep,
With weary toil oppressed,
A loved and honored guest.
In reverential mood,
And feeds on heavenly food.
The voice of love to hear; Leaving her care for many things,
To feast on holier cheer. 4 O Thou, who canst for
soul What most it needs provide, Draw us to thee, that we may share
The part that shall abide!
Christ the Sun of Righteousness.
1 To thee, O God! we homage pay,
Source of the light that rules the day!
Reflects thy rays and speaks thy name. 2 In louder strains we sing that grace
Which gives the Sun of Righteousness,
3 Still on our hearts may Jesus shine,
, With beams of light and love divine; Quickened by him our souls shall live,
And cheered by him shall grow and thrive. 4 O may his glories stand confessed,
From north to south, from east to west;
5 When shall that radiant scene arise,
When, fixed on high, in purer skies,
Appears each grace divine;
With mildest radiance shine.
2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To give the mourner joy,
Was his divine employ.
3 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood;
He labored for their good.
4 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,
“ Thy will, not mine, be done!”
His image may we bear!
His joy and glory share!
The Pool of Bethesda.
1 AROUND Bethesda's healing wave,
Waiting to hear the rustling wing
Were seen the gathered multitude. 2 Had they who watched and waited there
Been conscious who was passing by,
3 Bethesda's pool has lost its power!
No angel, by his glad descent,
Is still omnipotent to save.
As when that healing word was spoke;
SIR J. E. Smith. “It is I; be not afraid.” 1 WHEN power divine, in mortal form,
Hushed with a word the raging storm,
Lo, it is I; be not afraid.”
2 So when in silence nature sleeps,
And his lone watch the mourner keeps,
3 Blest be the voice that breathes from heaven
To every heart in sunder riven,
4 God calms the tumult and the storm;
He rules the seraph and the worm ;
6 And when the last dread hour shall come,
While shuddering Nature waits her doom,
262. MRS. HEMANS.
“Peace! be still !"
1 FEAR was within the tossing bark,
When stormy winds grew loud,
And the tall mast was bowed.
And baffled in their skill;
To the wild sea, “ Be still !” 3 And the wind ceased; it ceased! that word
Passed through the gloomy sky,
And sank beneath his eye.
And tame the tempest's mood, O send thy Spirit forth in power
O’er our dark souls to brood!
Thy mandates to fulfil,
He rebuked the Wind and the Sea.
1 LORD! thou didst arise and say
To the troubled waters, Peace!