3 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend,
On whom my hopes of heaven depend?
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.

4 Till then nor is the boasting vain
Till then I boast a Savior slain;
And O, may this my portion be,
That Savior's not ashamed of me!

84.

L. M.

WESLEY'S COL.

Glorying in Christ.

1 LET not the wise their wisdom boast;
The mighty glory in his might ;
The rich in flattering riches trust,
Which take their everlasting flight.

2 The rush of numerous years bears down
The most gigantic strength of man;
And where is all his wisdom gone,
When, dust, he turns to dust again?

3 The Lord, my righteousness, I praise;
I triumph in the love divine,

The wisdom, wealth, and strength of grace, In Christ through endless ages mine.

85.

P. M.

SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS.

The Holy Ghost the Comforter.

1 OUR blest Redeemer, ere he breathed
His tender, last farewell,

A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed
With us to dwell.

2 He comes sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing guest,

While he can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.

3 And his that gentle voice we hear, Soft as the breath of even,

That checks each fault, that calms each fear,
And speaks of heaven.

4 And every virtue we possess,
And every victory won,
And every thought of holiness,
Are his alone.

5 Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness pitying see;

O, make our hearts thy dwelling-place.
And worthier thee.

For the Day of Pentecost, or Whitsunday.

1 SPIRIT of truth, on this thy day
To thee for help we cry,

To guide us through the dreary way
Of dark mortality.

2 We ask not, Lord, thy cloven flame,
Or tongues of various tone,
But long thy praises to proclaim
With fervor in our own.

3 We mourn not that prophetic skill
Is found on earth no more;
Enough for us to trace thy will
In Scripture's sacred lore.

4 We neither have, nor seek, the power
Ill demons to control;

But thou, in dark temptation's hour,
Shalt chase them from the soul.

5 When tongues shall cease, and power decay, And knowledge empty prove,

Do thou thy trembling servants stay
With faith, and hope, and love.

87.

S. M.

EPISCOPAL COL.

Gospel Invitations.

1 THE Spirit, in our hearts,

Is whispering, Sinner, come!"

The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims To all his children, "Come!"

2 Let him that heareth say

To all about him, "Come!"

Let him that thirsts for righteousness,

To Christ, the fountain, come!

3 Yes, whosoever will,

O, let him freely come,

And freely drink the stream of life; "T is Jesus bids him come.

Declares, I quickly come :

Lord, even so! I wait thine hour;
Jesus, my Savior, come!

88.

8 & 7s M.

J. NEWTON.

The City of God.

1 GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God;

He whose word cannot be broken, Formed thee for his own abode. 2 On the Rock of Ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,

Thou mayst smile at all thy foes.
3 See, the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove.

4 Who can faint while such a river
Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?
Grace, which, like, the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age.

89.

6 & 4s M.

PRATT'S COL.

Worthy is the Lamb.

1 COME, all ye sons of God,

Wide through the earth abroad
Spread Jesus' fame:

Tell what his love has done;
Trust in his name alone;
Shout to his lofty throne,
"Worthy the Lamb."

2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears!
Dry up your mournful tears;
Swell the glad theme;

Praise ye our gracious King;
Strike each melodious string;
Join heart and voice to sing,
"Worthy the Lamb."

3 Hark! how the choirs above,
Filled with the Savior's love,
Dwell on his name!

There, too, may we be found,
With light and glory crowned,
While all the heavens resound,
"Worthy the Lamb!"

*90.

C. M.

C. WESLEY.

The Communion of Saints.

1 THE saints on earth and those above But one communion make;

Joined to their Lord in bonds of love, All of his grace partake.

2 One family, we dwell in him;
One church above, beneath;
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream, of death.

3 One army of the living God, To his command we bow;

Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.

4 O God, be thou our constant Guide!
Then, when the word is given,
Bid death's cold flood its waves divide,
And land us safe in heaven.