2 But God can every want supply,
And fill our hearts with peace;
He gives by promise, and by oath,
The riches of his grace.

3 Come, and he'll cleanse our spotted souls,
And wash away our stains
In that rich fountain which his Son
Poured from his dying veins.

4 There shall his sacred Spirit dwell,
And deep engrave his law,
And every motion of our souls
To swift obedience draw.

5 Thus will he pour salvation down,
And we shall render praise;
We, the dear people of his love,
And he, our God of grace.

551.

C. M.

The guiding Star.

WINCHELL'S SEL.

1 BRIGHT was the guiding star, that led,
With mild, benignant ray,
The Gentiles to the lowly bed
Where our Redeemer lay.

2 But, lo! a brighter, clearer light
Now points to his abode;

It shines through sin and sorrow's night,
To guide us to our Lord.

3 0, haste to follow where it leads;
The gracious call obey,

Be rugged wilds, or flowery meads,
The Christian's destined way.

4 O, gladly tread the narrow path,
While light and grace are given;
Who meekly follow Christ on earth
Shall reign with him in heaven.

Not ashamed of the Gospel.

1 PM not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause,

Maintain the honor of his word,
The glory of his cross.

WATTS.

2 Jesus, my God, 1 know his name;
His name is all my trust;

Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

3 Firm as his throne his promise stands,
And he can well secure

What I've committed to his hands
Till the decisive hour.

4 Then will he own my worthless name,
Before his Father's face,
And in the New Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.

553.

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MARTINEAU'S COL

Looking unto Jesus.

1 THOU, who didst stoop below,
To drain the cup of woe,

And wear the form of frail mortality,

Thy blessed labors done,
Thy crown of victory won,

Hast passed from earth-passed to thy home on high.

2 It was no path of flowers,

Through this dark world of ours, Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread;

And shall we, in dismay,

Shrink from the narrow way,

When clouds and darkness are around it spread?

3 O Thou, who art our life,

Be with us through the strife;

Thy own meek head by rudest storms was bowed; Raise thou our eyes above,

To see a Father's love

Beam, like a bow of promise, through the cloud.

4 E'en through the awful gloom,
Which hovers o'er the tomb,

That light of love our guiding star shall be;
Our spirits shall not dread

The shadowy way to tread,

Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to thee.

554.

L. M.

GRIGG.

Not ashamed of Christ.

1 JESUS, and shall it ever be

A mortal man ashamed of thee!
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days!
2 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.

3 Ashamed of Jesus! - yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.

4 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 ashamed of me.

555.

C. M.

ANON.

Behold the Lamb of God.

1 BEHOLD the Lamb of God, who bore
Thy guilt upon the tree,

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

2 Behold him till the sight endears
The Saviour to thy heart;
His pierced feet bedew with tears,
Nor from his cross depart.

3 Behold him till his dying love
Thy every thought control;

Its vast, constraining influence prove
O'er body, spirit, soul.

4 Behold him, as the race you run,
Your never-failing Friend;
He will complete the work begun,
And grace in glory end.

556.

L. M.

Living to Christ.

DODDRIDGE.

1 MY gracious Lord, I own thy right
To every service I can pay,
And call it my supreme delight
To hear thy dictates and obey.

2 What is my being but for thee
Its sure support, its noblest end?
'Tis my delight thy face to see,

And serve the cause of such a Friend.

3 I would not sigh for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days nor powers employ
To spread a sounding name abroad.
4 'Tis to my Saviour I would live

To him who for my ransom died;
Nor could all worldly honor give

Such bliss as crowns me at his side.
5 His work my hoary age shall bless,
When youthful vigor is no more,
And my last hour of life confess
His saving love, his glorious power.

557.

C. M.

BOURNE'S COL

Self-Dedication.

1 O SAVIOUR, welcome to my heart;
Possess thy humble throne;
Bid every rival hence depart,
And claim me for thy own.

2 The world and Satan I forsake;
To thee I all resign;

My longing heart, O Saviour, take,
And fill with love divine.

3 0, may I never turn aside,
Nor from thy bosom flee;

Let nothing here my heart divide;
I give it all to thee.

Self-Denial for Christ.

1 AND must I part with all I have,
My dearest Lord, for thee?

BEDDOME.

It is but right, since thou hast done
Much more than this for me.

2 Yes, let it go! one look from thee
Will more than make amends
For all the losses I sustain

Of honor, riches, friends.

3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives,
How worthless they appear,
Compared with thee, supremely good,
Divinely bright and fair!

4 Saviour of souls, could 1 from thee
A single smile obtain,

559.

The loss of all things I could bear,
And glory in my gain.

C. M.

Desiring Evidence of Adoption.

DODDRIDGE.

1 THOU Lord of all the worlds on high,

Allow my humble claim;

Nor, while a child would raise its cry,
Disdain a Father's name.

2 My Father, God, how sweet the sound!
How tender and how dear!

Not all the melody of heaven
Could so delight the ear.

3 Come, sacred Spirit, seal the name
On my believing heart,

And show that in Jehovah's grace
I share a filial part.

4 By such a heavenly signal cheered,
Unwavering I believe,

And Abba, Father, humbly cry;
Nor can the sign deceive.

5 On wings of everlasting love
The Comforter is come;

All terrors at his voice disperse,
And endless pleasures bloom.