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2 We in ev'ry nation

Will boldly confess him, Make known his salvation,

Yea serve him and bless him, And him adore-for evermore. 3 Our Lord contradiction Of sinners endured; Him, 'midst all affliction,

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We follow, assured

That we at last-with him shall rest.

443.* T. 16. CROSS, reproach and tribulation,

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Ye to me are welcome guests, When I have this consolation,

That my soul in Jesus rests.

2 The reproach of Christ is glorious,
Those who here his burden bear
In the end shall prove victorious,
And eternal glory share.

3 Christ, our ever-blessed Saviour,
Bore for us reproach and shame,
Now as conqu❜ror lives for ever,
And we conquer in his name.
4 Bear then the reproach of Jesus,
Ye who live a life of faith;
Sing ye joyful songs and praises,
Ev'n in martyrdom and death.

5 Bonds, and stripes, and tribulation,
Are our honorable crowns;
Shame is our glorification,
Gloomy dungeons are as thrones.

444. T. 22.

JESUS, and shall it ever be,
A sinful worm asham'd of thee?
Forbid it Lord! thee I confess,
Before both friends and enemies.

4 Asham'd of Jesus! of my Lord,
By all heav'n's glorious hosts ador'd!
No, I will make my boast of thee,
In time and in eternity.

2 Asham'd of Jesus! of my God, Who purchas'd me with his own blood! Of him who to retrieve my loss, Despis'd the shame, endur'd the cross!

3 Asham'd of Jesus! of that Friend On whom my heav'nly hopes depend! It must not be-be this my shame, That I not more revere his name!

5 And when I stand before thy throne,
Me 'fore thy heav'nly Father own;
Then shall the holy angels see
Thee, Jesus, not asham❜d of me!

445.* T. 54.

THE suff'rings of this life's short day
Can't be compar'd with that display
Of glory, which God's heirs shall prove,
When they who Jesus truly love
Shall shine above.

2 Therefore we'll follow willingly
Our Saviour in adversity;
Then, after having suffer'd here,
We shall in heav'n his glory share,
Beyond compare.

446.* T. 58.

To follow Jesus, is his people's aim, Where'er they go, thro' honor or thro' shame,

They themselves thrice happy esteem, if favor'd

In his reproach to share, which is still savor'd With inward joy.

447.* T. 164.

How great at last my joy will be,
If I have faithful proved
To Christ, and 'midst adversity

Till my last breath him loved,
They who reproach here bear,
In heav'n a crown shall wear;
Who follow Christ are truly blest,
For they with him shall ever rest.

448. T. 159.

WE covenant with hand and heart,

To follow Christ our Lord; With world, and sin, and self to part,

And to obey his word: To love each other heartily, In truth and in sincerity, And under cross, reproach and shame, To glorify his name.

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XXV. OfGrowth in Self-knowledge, and Sighing for Grace.

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My soul before thee prostrate lies,
To thee, its Source, my spirit flies;
O turn to me thy cheering face,
I'm poor, enrich me with thy grace.
2 Deeply convinc'd of sin I cry,
In thy death, Saviour, let me die;
O may the world, may self and pride
In me henceforth be crucify'd.

3 Take full possession of my heart,
To me thy lowly mind impart,
Break nature's bonds, and let me see,
He whom thou free'st, indeed is free.

4 My heart in thee, and in thy ways
Delights, yet from thy presence strays;
O keep, I pray, my wav'ring mind
Stay'd upon thee, to thee resign'd.

5 I know, that nought in me avails,
Here all my strength and wisdom fails;
Who bids a sinful heart be clean?
Thou only, Saviour of lost men!

6 Still will I wait, O Lord, on thee,
Till, in thy light, the light I see;
Till thou in my behalf appear,
To banish ev'ry doubt and fear.

Who to deliver me,
Suffer'd in my stead,
In a tomb was laid,
And rose from the dead.

2 Could even all the love
In heav'nly hosts above,

And in the church below,
At once united prove,

And in one bosom glow;
Jesus' love outweighs;
Yea his boundless grace
Is beyond all praise.

3 Love is his nature still,
In me he will fulfil


His precious thoughts of peace,
I am to his will
Resign'd in ev'ry case;
Let him do what's best,
Then, supremely blest,
I enjoy true rest.

4 O my Immanuel,
My wounded spirit heal,
I humbly seek thy face;
Yea pungent sorrow feel,
That I've abus'd thy grace.
Jesus, pardon me,
May I henceforth be,

7 All my own schemes, each self Faithful unto thee.


I to thy better will resign;
Impress this deeply on my breast,
That I in thee am truly blest.

8 Then ev'n in storms I thee shall know
My sure Support, and Refuge too,
In ev'ry trial I shall prove
Assuredly, that God is Love.

450. T. 121.

FOR grace I weep and pant, 'Tis mercy that I want;

How wretched should I be, Did I not Jesus know!

5 O Lord, thy grace impart,
Refresh and cheer my heart,

Thy pard'ning love display,
For thou my Saviour art;
To me, poor sinner, say:
"Thy reproach is mine,
All my merit's thine,

my peace divine."

6 I know, that thro' thy grace
Thou wilt, my guilt erase,
And banish all my fear;
Wilt grant to me thy peace,
And me with patience bear.
On me grace bestow,
Jesus thee to know,
Amen, be it so!

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I AM a poor sinner,
This I surely know;
And if my dear Saviour

Did not love me so,
That my soul, his purchase,
He can ne'er forsake,
He ere now had taken
His grace from me back,
2 Grace, and a sensation
Of my sinfulness,
Keep on each occasion
In me equal pace;
While I own ashamed,

"I deserved wrath!" I rejoice, reclaimed

From sin's pow'r, by faith. 3 Jesus, when thy blessings Fill my needy heart, Fear and anxious doubtings Then from me depart; I in thy atonement My election trace, And rejoice astonish'd

At my lot of grace.

4 Witness true and faithful,
Christ, the church's Head,
All is Yea and Amen
Thou hast promised;
As I am, so take me
With my worst and best;
Ever thine preserve mé
Till with thee I rest.
5 Now what thou art doing
I with joy will view,
For thy tender mercies

Are each morning new;
And thou wilt thy promise,
Lord, fulfil to me,
That 'midst all my weakness,
I thy joy shall be.

T. 141.

JESUS' love unbounded

None can e'er explain;

Yet, alas, how often

Do we cause him pain!
Even such still grieve him,
As enjoy his grace,
And, to him devoted,

Should show forth his praise.

12 Lord, thy body's Saviour,
Comfort us anew,
Ah, regard our weeping,
Thy compassion show;
Pardon our transgressions,
Hear our fervent cry,
And our souls and bodies
Heal and sanctify.

3 All our days, O Jesus,
Hallow unto thee,
May our conversation
To thy honor be;
Let us all experience,
To the end of days,
Thy reviving presence
'Midst thy chosen race.
453.* T. 30.

O MY God, I come oppress'd with sad


Fill my troubled soul with joy & gladness In thy salvation;

No where else I find true consolation,

2 Faithfully thy Spirit me directed, But his warning I have oft neglected; Most gracious Saviour,

Pardon and restore me to thy favor.
3 I confess, O Lord, with deep con

My unfaithfulness, hear my petition;
Comfort and bless me,
With thy gracious presence now re-
fresh me.

4 O baptize me with thy fire & spirit, Grant me from the fulness of thy merit True heart's compunction,

Prim'tive love, simplicity and unction.

5 Give me grace to walk with circum spection,

Keep me from the world's and sin's infection,

That my behavior

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2 Doth howe'er in my frail nature
Something stir that is not good,
And might to my soul prove hurtful,
Straight I turn to Jesus' blood,

3 Straight to Jesus' wounds and bruises,
With believing confidence;
Thus I always can find shelter

From sin's baneful influence.
4 Lamb of God, display the virtue
Of thy sanctifying blood,
Overstream with life and blessing
Us poor sinners 'fore thee bow'd;
5 Sinners, in ourselves unworthy

Of the smallest crumb of grace,
But who dare of boundless mercy
Boast, to our Redeemer's praise.
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WE know that we're poor,
And sinful all o'er,

In us there's no good,-O cleanse us,
dear Saviour, in thy precious blood.
2 How wondrous thy love
And mercy do prove,

This plainly our faith-Discerns by
thy agony, passion and death.

3 Lord Jesus, receive

The thanks we can give ;

O that to thy praise,-Each blood-drop
within us were hallow'd always!
4 We all at thy throne
Now humbly fall down;
Praisetothee,our God,-Be brought by
us, sinners,redeem'd with thy blood.

T. 244.
WHEN I am conscious truly
Of my great sinfulness,
And that so very slowly
Towards the mark I press;
Nought then can comfort me,
But Jesus' mercy free,

And that he bore with patience

My sins upon the tree.

2 Yea, when I see in spirit
My Saviour shed his blood,
That I might life inherit,
And everlasting good;

Then I true happiness
And joy in him possess,

My eyes with tears flow over
For heart-felt thankfulness.

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WHILE here on earth we run our face,
We Jesus' love and kindness trace;
Our faults are more than we can tell,
Yet did his mercy never fail.

2 When we like wand'ring sheep had

His boundless goodness he display'd;
He sought us, worthless as we are,
And took us in his tender care,

3 Asham'd we own our great defect,
And did not Jesus us protect,
We should be oft depress'd with fears,
While traversing this vale of tears.
True comfort to the needy heart:
4 But Jesus' blood and death impart
Those who still weak and feeble are,
He kindly in his arms will bear.

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O JESUS, Jesus, my good Lord,
How wondrous is thy love,
Thy patience, pity, tenderness,
Which I each moment prove!

2 I once was wholly dead in sin,
And ignorant of thee,
And liv'd contentedly therein,
Nor knew thy love to me.
3. But thine all-seeing eye then view'd,
And mark'd my ev'ry way,
Me still in tender love pursu'd
Who oft from thee did stray.

4 Yet O! how faithless is my mind,
How apt to turn aside,
And wander in its own deceits

Of reas'ning and of pride!

5 How doth the old corruption strive
And fight to reign again!
There's surely not a heart like mine,
So wretched, dark and vain..

6 Thou Friend of sinners, love me still,

The poorest and the worst;
Where sin abounded, well I know,

Thy grace aboundeth most.
7 Yet let me not thy grace abuse,
And sin because thou'rt good:
But let thy love fill me with shame,
That I so long withstood.

8 On me, my King, exert thy pow'r,
-Make old things pass away;
Create all new, draw me to thee,
Still nearer ev'ry day.

9 Thou know'st which way to rectify

Each stubborn ill within,

How to subdue my ev'ry thought,
And conquer all that's sin.

10 Chastise me when I do amiss,

O might no thought arise
Which is displeasing unto thee;
Of grace send fresh supplies.

11 Impress thy wounds upon my heart,
And all thy bitter pain;
Abide in me for evermore,
And constant vict'ry gain.

460. T. 58.

O LAMB of God, who wast for sinners slain

That they might pardon, life and bliss obtain,

Give me to experience thy great sal-

And in my heart O fix thy habitation
For evermore.

2 Thou know'st my inmost soul, I've
nought to boast,

And without thee should be for ever lost;
When I am neglectful thou

prove me,

Yet I am well assur'd that thou dost
love me,
For thou forgiv❜st.

3 How glad am I that thou so gracious

That thou dost bless my sinful, worth

less heart

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COME, faithful Shepherd, bind me
With cords of love to thee!
And evermore remind me
That thou hast dy'd for me;
O may thy holy Spirit

Set this before mine eyes,
That I thy death and merit
Above all else may prize.
2 I am of my salvation
Assured, thro' thy love;
Yet ah, on each occasion

Might I more faithful prove!

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