4 Then will he own my worthless name
Before his Father's face,
And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.
DEAR Lord, and will thy pardoning love,
Embrace a wretch so vile?
Wilt thou my load of guilt remove,
And bless me with thy smile?
2 Hast thou the cross for me endured,
And suffered all my shame?
And shall I be ashamed, O Lord,
To own thy precious name?
f" 3 No, Lord-I'm not ashamed of thee,
Nor of thy cause on earth-
Aff Oh do not be ashamed of me,
When I resign my breath.
mf 4 Be thou my shield-be thou my sun-
Oh guide me all my days,
And let my feet with joy still run
In thy delightful ways.
The Ingratitude of rejecting Christ.
AND will the Lord thus condescend
To visit sinful worms?
Thus at the door shall mercy stand,
In all her winning forms?
2 Surprising grace!--and shall my heart
Unmoved and cold remain?
Has it no soft-no tender part?
Must Mercy plead in vain?
8 Shall Jesus for admission sue,
His charming voice unheard?
And shall my heart, his rightful due,
Remain forever barred?
4 Dear Lord, exert thy conquering grace;
Thy mighty power display:
One beam of glory from thy face
OH stubborn hearts, that could withstand
The efforts of a Saviour's hand!
Oh gracious Saviour, who would'st bleed,
When words and tears could not succeed
2 Dear Lord, in me thy power exert,
Subdue my proud, unfeeling heart,
Then through the earth, in mercy reign,
And reap the fruit of all thy pain.
Rejoicing before the Cross.
SWEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend ;
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend.
2 Truly blessed is this station,
Low before his cross to lie;
While I see divine compassion
Beaming in his gracious eye.
3 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe;
Constant still, in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.
4 May I still enjoy this feeling,
Still to my Redeemer go;
Prove his wounds each day more healing,
And himself more truly know.
The Gospel a Savor of Life or Death.
W CHRIST and his cross are all our theme:
The mysteries that we speak
Are scandal in the Jews' esteem,
And folly to the Greek.
2 But souls enlightened from above
With joy receive the word;
They see what wisdom, power, and love,
Shine in their dying Lord.
3 The vital savor of his name
Restores their fainting breath;
But unbelief perverts the same
To guilt-despair-and death.
4 Till God diffuse his graces down,
Like showers of heavenly rain,
In vain Apollos sows the ground,
And Paul may plant in vain.
Bath. Uxbridge.
The World crucified to us by the Cross.
HOW great the wonders of that cross,
Where our Redeemer bled and died!
Its noblest life our spirit draws
From his deep wounds and pierced side.
2 It cost him death to save our lives;
To buy our souls, it cost his own:
And all the heavenly joys he gives
Were bought with agonies unknown.
3 Let sin's delights be all forgot,
And earth grow less in our esteem:
The love of Christ fill every thought,
And faith and hope be fixed on him!
4 I would forever speak his name,
In sounds to mortal ears unknown;
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at his Father's throne.
Danvers. Luton.
WHEN I survey the wondrous cross,
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.
3 See from his head-his hands-his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing-so divine,
Demands my soul-my life-my all.
Faith contemplating Christ's Sufferings.
NOW let our faith grow strong, and rise,
And view our Lord in all his love;
Look back to hear his dying cries,
Then mount, and see his throne above.
mp 2 See where he languished on the cross Beneath our sins he groaned and diedmf See where he sits to plead our cause,
By his almighty Father's side!
3 How shall we, pardoned rebels, show
How much we love our Saviour God?
Lord! here we'd banish every foe-
We hate the sins which cost thy blood.
Mear. Irish.
PREPARE us, Lord! to view thy cross,
Who all our griefs hast borne ;
To look on thee, whom we have pierced-
To look on thee, and mourn.
2 While thus we mourn, we would rejoice,
And, as thy cross we see,
Let each exclaim, in faith and hope-
"The Saviour died for me!"
Hosanna to the Son of David.
WHAT are those soul-reviving strains,
Which echo thus from Salem's plains?
What anthems loud, and louder still,
So sweetly sound from Zion's hill?
2 Lo!' tis an infant chorus sings,
Hosanna to the King of kings:
The Saviour comes!-and babes proclaim
Salvation, sent in Jesus' name.
3 Nor these alone their voice shall raise,
For we will join this song of praise;
Still Israel's children forward press
To hail the Lord their righteousness.
4 Messiah's name shall joy impart
Alike to Jew and Gentile heart:
He bled for us-he bled for you,
And we will sing hosanna too.
5 Proclaim hosannas loud and clear;
See David's Son and Lord appear!
All praise on earth to him be given,
And glory shout through highest heaven!
L. M. Alfreton. Duke Street,
Christ the Redeemer and Judge.
NOW to the Lord, who makes us know
The wonders of his dying love,
Be humble honors paid below,
And strains of nobler praise above.
2 'Twas he, who cleansed our foulest sins,
And washed us in his precious blood;
'Tis he, who makes us priests and kings,
And brings us rebels near to God.
3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest,
To Jesus, our eternal King,
Be everlasting power confessed;
Let every tongue his glory sing.
4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes,
And every eye shall see him move:
Though with our sins we pierced him once,
Now he displays his pardoning love.
5 The unbelieving world shall wail,
While we rejoice to see the day:
Come, Lord-nor let thy promise fail,
Nor let thy chariot long delay.
The Church rejoicing in her King.
JESUS, thou everlasting King,
Accept the tribute which we bring;
Accept the well-deserved renown,
And wear our praises as thy crown.
2 Let every act of worship be
Like our espousals, Lord, to thee;
Like that blest hour, when from above
We first received thy pledge of love.
3 The gladness of that happy day,
Our hearts would wish it long to stay;
Nor let our faith forsake its hold,
Nor comforts sink-nor love grow cold.
4 Let every moment, as it flies,
Increase thy praise-improve our joys,
Till we are raised to sing thy name,
And taste the supper of the Lamb.
NOT with our mortal eyes
Have we beheld the Lord;
Yet we rejoice to hear his name,
And love him in his word.
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