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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!
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 be asham'd of noon ;
'Tis midnight with my soultill he,

Bright Morning-star, bid darkness fee. 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 fears to quellớno soul to save! 6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain,

Till then, I boast à Saviour slain!
And 0, may this my glory be,

That Christ is not asham'd of me! 7 His institutions would I prize ;

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

Hymn 21. S. M.

Redeeming Love.
TH'EXTENT of Jesus' love,
What heart can comprehend!

A breadth whose distance none can prove,

A length without an end!
The first born seraphs try

The myst'ry to explore;
They cannot find it out, for why?

The curse they never bore. 3 The grace unsearchable,

Transcending human thought !
Who, in the earth or heav'n can tell,

Or find the wonder out.
All the angelic choir

Unite to give him praise ;
And saints redeeming love admire,

And loud hosannas raise.

To Christ we lift our voice,
· Who have redemption found ;
And in his name alone rejoice,

Whence all our joys abound.
6 This cures the burden'd mind;

This calms the troubled heart;
This manifests the Saviour kind,

And bids our fears depart!

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Hymn 22.

C. M. Highway to Zion. Isaiah xxxv. 8-10. 1 SING ye redeemed of the Lord,

Your great delivérer sing :
Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound,

Be joyful in your King.
2 See the fair way his hand has rais'd,

How holy, and how plain!
Nor shall the simplest trav'ler err,

Nor ask the track in vain.
3 Nor. ravening lion shall destroy,

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;
Till to the sacred mount you rise

And see your smiling God!
5 These garlands of immortal joy,

Shall bloom on ev'ry head;
While sorrow, sighing, and distress,

Like shadows all are fled.
6 March on in your Redeemer's strength;

Pursue his footsteps still;
And let the prospect cheer your eye, ,

While labouring up the hill.

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1 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind

Nail'd, to the shameful tree;
How vast the love that him inclin'd

To bleed and die for thee! 2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes,

And earth's strong pillars bend !
The temple's veil in sunder breaks,

The solid marbles rend.
3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid,

• 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;
O Lamb of God! was ever pain,

Was ever love, like thine!

Hymn 24. L. M.

Easter. Rom. iv. 25.
1 He dies ! the friend of sinners dies !

Lo, Salem's daughters weep around!
A solemn darkness veils the skies !

A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two

For him who groan'd beneath your load;
He shed a thousand drops for you,

A thousand drops of richer blood !
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree!

The Lord of glory dies for men !
But lo! what sudden joys we see!

Jesus, the dead, revives again!
4 The rising God forsakes the comb!

Up to his Father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout him welcome to the skies !
5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell

How high our great deliv'rer reigns ;
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,

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's Resurrection. Mat. xxviii, 6.
1 Hark! the herald angels sing,

Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to-day!
Raise your joys and triumphs high,

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,
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,

Christ has burst the gates of helt ;
Death in vain forbids his rise,

Christ hath open?d paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious king,

“Where, O death, is now thy sting ?"
Once he died our souls to save,

“Where's thy vict?ry, boasting grave ?" 5 Whal, though once we perish'd all,

Partners of our parents' fall,
Second life we shall receive,

And in Christ forever live.
6 [* Hail, thou dear Almighty Lord,

Hail, thou great incarnate word;
• Hail, thou suff'ring Son of God,
• Take the trophies of thy blood.'] Hal.
Hymn 26.

[Tune, Hampton-Vil. Harmony. ]
Christ's Resurrection and Ascension.

Mat. xxviii. 2.
1 Angels, roll the stone away,

Death, yield up thy mighty prey :
See, the Saviour quits the tomb,

Glowing with immortal bloom. Hai. 2 Shout ye seraphs; Gabriel, raise

Fame's eternal trump of praise ;
Let the earth's remotest bound

Echo to the blissful sound.
3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes,

See the conqu’ror mount the skies;
Troops of angels on the road,

Hail, and sing th' incarnate God.
4 Heav'n unfolds her portals wide,
Glorious hero, through them ride ;

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