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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 soul, till he, Bright Morning-star, bid darkness flee. 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 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 would I prize;
Take up my cross-the shame despise ;
Dare to defend his noble cause,
And yield obedience to his laws.

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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.

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.

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To Christ we lift our voice,

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Who have redemption found
And in his name alone rejoice,
Whence all our joys abound.
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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Highway to Zion. Isaiah xxxv. 8—10.

1 SING ye redeemed of the Lord,
Your great deliv❜rer 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.

Hymn 23. C. M.

Redemption

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 he'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 tomb! 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 vict'ry, 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 hell ;
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 What, 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. 798.

[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.
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;

Hal.

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