GLORYING IN THE CROSS. HYMN 119. P. M. WEET the moments, rich in blessing Mercy's streams, in streams of blood: Low before his cross to lie, 3 Love and grief my heart dividing, 1 Prove his wounds each day more healing; HYMN 120. L. M. ESUS! and shall it ever be JES 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 a star: 'Tis midnight with my soul till he, Bright Morning Star, bids darkness flee. 4 Asham'd 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. 5 Asham'd of Jesus! yes, I may When I've no guilt to wash away, No tears to wipe, no good to crave, No fears 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 I will prize, 1 זי HYMN 121. P. M. LOVE thee, I love thee, I love thee my love, I long thy salvation more fully to prove; I love thee, I love thee, I love thee, O why? Because my dear Saviour for sinners did die. 2 On Zion's bright mountain this news I will tell, The strains of redemption my bosom shall swell, With angelic ardour his love I'll proclaim, Redemption for sinners in Jesus's name. 3 Redemption, redemption, through Zion shall ring, In the flame of redemption, her converts shall sing: Redemption, redemption, through Jesus's blood, Descending from Calv'ry and runs like a flood. 4 We'll talk of redemption while we stay below, We'll sing of redemption when upwards we go; When the sun shall be darken'd, the moon turn'd to blood, We'll shout full redemption in the kingdom of 5 When sinking in sorrow free grace did abound Pursu'd by the devil, redemption we found; Our hearts to redemption we'll tune ev'ry string, Through heaven's high arches redemption shall ring. Redemption, redemption, to him that was slain; We'll out-sing the angels in this heavenly strain: Redemption to Jesus, for ever we'll cry, For men, not for angels, the Saviour did die. 7 All glory, all glory, to Jesus's name, All wisdom and power to the spotless Lamb, 8 The song of creation bright angels may sing, HYMN 122. C. M. WEET muse descend, and bless the shade, Business, and noise, and day are fled, And ev'ry care but love. 2 'Tis no mean beauty of the grove, I faint beneath a nobler wound 3 Jesus has all my pow'rs possess'd, 4 Some of the fairest choirs above, 5 His charms shall make my numbers flow; While silence sits on every bough, And bends the list'ning wood. 6 I'll carve his passion on the bark, Shall droop, and bear some mystic mark, 7 The swains shall wonder when they read, That heav'n itself came down and bled, CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP. 1 HYMN 123. C. M. UR souls by love together knit, One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice, Our hearts have burn'd while Jesus spoke, He stopp'd, and talk'd, and fed, and bless'd, A Saviour! let creation sing! 2 We're soldiers fighting for our God, We'll force our passage through; 3 The little cloud increases still, The heavens are big with rain; A rill, a stream, a torrent flows; And sweep the nations, shake the earth, 4 When thou shalt make thy jewels up, When all thy sparkling gems shall shine, Be sinners saved by grace: HYMN 124. P. M. 1YE jewels of my Master, Who shine with heavenly rays, Amidst the beams of glory, Reflect immortal blaze. 2 Ye lambs of my Redeemer, 3 When I beheld your order, 4 Speak often to each other, |