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Hymn 20. L. M.
Not Ashamed of Christ. 1 Jesus! and shall it ever be !
A mortal man asham'd of thee!
Whose glories shine through endless days. 2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far,
Let ev’ning blush to own a star;
O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Asham'd of Jesus ? just as soon
Let midnight be asham'd of noon ;
Bright Morning-star, bid darkness fee. 4 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend,
On whom my hopes of heav'n depend !
That I no more revere his name. 5 Asham'd of Jesus ! yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away;
No fears to quellớno soul to save! 6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain,
Till then, I boast à Saviour slain!
That Christ is not asham'd of me! 7 His institutions would I prize ;
Take up my cross the shame despise ;
Hymn 21. S. M.
A breadth whose distance none can prove,
A length without an end!
The myst'ry to explore;
The curse they never bore. 3 The grace unsearchable,
Transcending human thought !
Or find the wonder out.
Unite to give him praise ;
And loud hosannas raise.
To Christ we lift our voice,
Whence all our joys abound.
This calms the troubled heart;
And bids our fears depart!
C. M. Highway to Zion. Isaiah xxxv. 8-10. 1 SING ye redeemed of the Lord,
Your great delivérer sing :
Be joyful in your King.
How holy, and how plain!
Nor ask the track in vain.
Nor lurking serpent wound;
Pleasure and safety, peace and praise,
Through all the path are found. 4 A hand divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road;
And see your smiling God!
Shall bloom on ev'ry head;
Like shadows all are fled.
Pursue his footsteps still;
While labouring up the hill.
Nail'd, to the shameful tree;
To bleed and die for thee! 2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend !
The solid marbles rend.
• Receive my soul!" he cries ; See where he bows his sacred head!
He bows his head and dies. 4 But soon be'll break death's envious chain,
And in full glory shine;
Was ever love, like thine!
Hymn 24. L. M.
Easter. Rom. iv. 25.
Lo, Salem's daughters weep around!
A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two
For him who groan'd beneath your load;
A thousand drops of richer blood !
The Lord of glory dies for men !
Jesus, the dead, revives again!
Up to his Father's court he flies;
And shout him welcome to the skies !
How high our great deliv'rer reigns ;
And led the monster, death, in chains ! 6 Say, “ live forever, wond'rous King!
"Born to redeem, and strong to save !" Then ask the monster, “ where's thy sting ?” “ And where's thy victry, boasting grave !"
Hymn 25. 7's.
Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to-day!
Let the glorious tidings fly. Hal. 2 Love's redeeming work is done ;
Th' battle's fought, the vict'ry won ;
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more,
Christ has burst the gates of helt ;
Christ hath open?d paradise.
“Where, O death, is now thy sting ?"
“Where's thy vict?ry, boasting grave ?" 5 Whal, though once we perish'd all,
Partners of our parents' fall,
And in Christ forever live.
Hail, thou great incarnate word;
Mat. xxviii. 2.
Death, yield up thy mighty prey :
Glowing with immortal bloom. Hai. 2 Shout ye seraphs; Gabriel, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise ;
Echo to the blissful sound.
See the conqu’ror mount the skies;
Hail, and sing th' incarnate God.