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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 0, 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.

86. C. M. HEBER.
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.

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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,

0, let him freely come, And freely drink the stream of life;

’T is Jesus bids him come.

4 Lo, Jesus, who invites,

Declares, “I quickly come :” Lord, even so! I wait thine hour; Jesus, my Savior, come!


8 & 7 M. J. Newton.

The City of God.
I 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 tassuage? 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.

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