5 See her firm and deep foundation;
Zion stands upon a rock;

God hath call'd her walls "salvation,"
Form'd to stand each adverse shock:

Strength and glory here unite:
Zion is the Lord's delight.

240. The Security of the Church. 8-7-4.

As the mountains are round about Jerusalem, so the Lord is round about his people from henceforth even for ever.-PSALM CXxv. 2.

1 ZION stands by hills surrounded,
Zion kept by pow'r divine :
All her foes shall be confounded,
Tho' the world in arms combine,
Happy Zion!

What a favour'd lot is thine.

2 Fv'ry human tie may perish!
Friend to friend unfaithful prove;
Mothers cease their own to cherish!
Heav'n and earth at last remove;
But no changes

Can attend Jehovah's love.

3 If thy God should show displeasure,
"Tis to save, and not destroy;
If he punish, 'tis in measure;
"Tis to rid thee of alloy,
Be thou patient;

Soon thy grief shall turn to joy.

4 In the furnace God may prove thee,
Thence to bring thee forth more bright:
But can never cease to love thee:
Thou art precious in his sight:
God is with thee,

God thine everlasting light.

SECTION V.

THE BELIEVER.

241. Not ashamed of Christ. L.M.

Whosoever therefore shall be ashamed of me and of my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, of him also shall the Son of man be ashamed, when he cometh in the glory of his Father with the holy angels.-MARK viii. 38.

1 ASHAM'D of Jesus! can it be?

A mortal man asham'd of thee!
Scorn'd be the thought, by rich and poor!
O may I scorn it more and more.

2 Asham'd of Jesus! of that friend,
On whom my hopes of heav'n depend;
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.

3 Asham'd of Jesus! yes, I
may,
When I've no sins to wash away,
No tears to wipe, no joys to crave,
And no immortal soul to save.

4 Till then-nor is the boasting vain-
Till then, I'll boast a Saviour slain;
And O may this my portion be,
That Saviour not asham'd of me!

242. Awakened. L.M.

And he brought them out, and said, Sirs, what must I do to be saved? and they said, Believe on the LORD JESUS CHRIST, and thou shall be saved.-ACTS xvi. 30, 31.

1 WITH melting heart and weeping eyes,
My guilty soul for mercy cries;
What shall I do, or whither flee,
T' escape the vengeance due to me?
2 Till now, I saw no danger nigh;
I liv'd at ease, nor fear'd to die :
Wrapt up in self-deceit and pride,
I shall have peace at last, I cry'd.
3 But when, O Lord! thy light divine
Had shone on this dark soul of mine,
Then I beheld, with trembling awe,
The terrors of thy holy law.

4 How fearful now my guilt appears,
In childhood, youth, and growing years!
Before thy pure discerning eye,
How vile and full of sin am I.

due;

5 Should vengeance still my soul pursue,
Death and destruction are my
Yet mercy can my guilt forgive,
And bid a dying sinner live.
6 Does not thy sacred word proclaim
Salvation free in Jesu's name?
To him I look, and humbly cry,
O save a wretch condemn'd to die!

243. Cleaving to Christ. L.M.

Will ye also go away? Then Simon Peter answered him, Lord, to whom shall we go? thou hast the words of eternal life.-JOHN vi. 67, 68.

1 THOU Only Sov'reign of my heart,
My refuge, my Almighty friend!
And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend?
2 Whither, ah, whither should I go,
A wretched wanderer from my Lord?
Can this dark world of sin and woe
One gleam of happiness afford?

3 Eternal life thy words impart;

On these my fainting spirit lives:
Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart,
Than the whole world around me gives.

4 Thy name my inmost powers adore ; Thou art my life, my joy, my care; Depart from thee! 'tis death; 'tis more; "Tis endless ruin, deep despair.

5 Low at thy feet my soul would lie;
Here safety dwells, and peace divine:
Still let me live beneath thine eye,
For life, eternal life, is thine.

244. Crucified to the World. L.M.

But God forbid that I should glory, save in the Cross of our Lord JESUS CHRIST, by whom the world is crucified unto me, and I unto the world.-GAL. vi. 14.

1 GROUND of my hope, the Cross appears: I see the "man of sorrows" bleed: I bid adieu to guilty fears,

And in his death my pardon read. 2 And could'st thou, O my Saviour, die, To rescue me from endless woe ? Enough, there's none more blest than I, Since thou could'st love a sinner so. 3 I leave the world its boasted store Of pleasures that must quickly end: I prize its vanities no more,

Since I have found the sinner's friend. 4 I care not if the world revile,

The world that hates my master's cause :
The world I know would quickly smile,
Were I again what once I was.

5 Then farewell, world, and farewell all
That emulates a Saviour's claims;
I'll hear him and obey his call,
Regardless who applauds or blames.