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bearing his Reproach
Asham'd of Jesus ! of my Lord, 2 We in ev'ry nation
By all heav'n's glorious hosts ador'd! Will boldly confess him,
No, I will make my boast of thee,
In time and in eternity,
Me 'fore thy heav'nly Father own;
Then shall the holy angels see
Thee, Jesus, not asham'd of me!
THE sufl'rings of this life's short day
Can't be compard with that display
Of glory, which God's heirs shall prove, Ye to me are welcome guests,
When they who Jesus truly love
Shall shine above.
2 Therefore we'll follow willingly
Our Saviour in adversity;
Those who here his burden bear In the end shall prove victorious,
We shall in heav'n his glory share, And eternal glory share.
Beyond comparc. 3 Christ, our ever-blessed Saviour,
446.* T. 58. Bore for us reproach and shame, Now as conqu’ror lives for ever,
To follow Jesus, is his people's aim, And we conquer in his name.
Where'er they go, thro' honor or thro'
shame, 4 Bear then the reproach of Jesus,
They themselves thrice happy esteem, Ye who live a life of faith;
if favor'd Sing ye joyful songs and praises,
In his reproach to share, which is still Ev'n in martyrdom and death.
With inward joy. 5 Bonds, and stripes, and tribulation, Are our honorable crowns;
T. 164. Shame is our glorification,
How great at last my joy will be,
If I have faithful proved
Till my last breath him loved.
They who reproach here bear,
In heav'o a crown shall wear; JESUS, and shall it ever be,
Who follow Christ are truly blest,
For they with him shall ever rest.
To follow Christ our Lord ;
With world, and sin, and self to part,
And to obey his word :
Of him who to retrieve
And under cross, reproach and shame,
To glorify his name,
XXV. OfGrowth in Self-knowledge, and Sighing for Grace.
Who to deliver me,
In a tomb was laid,
And rose from the dead.
2 Could even all the love
In heav'nly hosts above,
Yea his boundless grace
Is beyond all praise.
His precious thoughts of peace,
If I am to his will
Resign'd in ev'ry case;
Let him do what's best,
Then, supremely blest,
I enjoy true rest.
I humbly seek thy face;
Yea pungent sorrow feel,
That I've abus'd thy grace. behalf
appear, Jesus, pardon me, To banish ev'ry doubt and fear,
May I henceforth be,
5 O Lord, thy grace impart,
Refresh and cheer my heart,
Thy pard’ning love display,
For thou my Saviour art;
All my merit's thine, ,
6 I know, that thro' thy grace
Thou wilt, my guilt erase, 450. T. 121.
And banish all my fear;
Wilt grant to me thy peace,
And me with patience bear, that I want;
On me grace bestow,
Jesus thee to know,
Amen, be it so!
Till thou in my
| 2 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, 2 Grace, and a sensation
Hallow unto thee,
May our conversation
To thy honor be; In me equal pace;
Let us all experience, While I own ashamed,
To the end of days, “ I deserved wrath!”
Thy reviving presence I rejoice, reclaimed
'Midst thy chosen race, From sin's pow'r, by faith.
T. 30. 3 Jesus, when thy blessings O MY God, I come oppress’d with sadFill my needy heart,
ness, Fear and anxious doubtings Then from me depart;
Fillmy 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; 4 Witness true and faithful,
Most gracious Saviour, Christ, the church's Head,
Pardon and restore me to thy favor. All is Yea and Amen
3 I confess, O Lord, with deep conThou hast promised;
trition, As I am, so take me
My unfaithfulness, hear my petition; With my worst and best ;
Comfort and bless me, Ever thine preserve me
With thy gracious presence now reTill with thee I rest. 5 Now what thou art doing
4 O baptize me with thy fire & spirit, I with joy will view,
Grant me from the fulness of thy merit For thy tender mercies
True heart's compunction,
Prim'tive love, simplicity and unction,
5 Ģive me grace to walk with circum-
spection, I thy joy shall be.
Keep me from the world's and sin's
infection, T. 141.
That my behavior JESUS love unbounded
May adorn thy doctrine, gracious Sam None can e'er explain;
viour. Yet, alas, how often
454.* T, 16. Do we cause him pain! Even such still grieve him,
O WHAT would be my condition, As enjoy his grace,
Did not Jesus stand my
Friend! And, to him devoted,
But his faithful love and mercy, Should show forth his praise. Keep me from all danger screen'd.
dea ? Ha And This
lot of grace.
2 Doth howe'er in my frail nature
Then I true happiness
Straight I turn to Jesus' blood, For heart-felt thankfulness,
WHILE hereon earth we run our race,
We Jesus' love and kindness trace;
Our faults are more than we can tell, 4 Lamb of God, display the virtue
Yet did his
mercy Of thy sanctifying blood, Overstream with life and blessing 2 When we like wand'ring sheep had Us poor
sinners 'fore thee bow'd; stray'd, 5 Sinners, in ourselves unworthy
His boundless goodness he display'd;
He sought us, worthless as we are,
And took us in his tender care,
And did not Jesus us protect,
We should be oft depress'd with fears,
While traversing this vale of tears.
4 But Jesus' blood and death impart dear Saviour, in thy precious blood. Those who still weak and feeble are, 2 How wondrous thy love
He kindly in his arms will bear.
AT thy feet ::
At thy pierced feet I lie;
Saviour, mark my heart's contrition,
within us were hallow'd always ! Ah! refuse not the petition 4 We all at thy throne
Of a sinner conscious he's unclean,
Full of sin ! :ll:
Cleanse me in that precious fountain,
Which by faith I open'd see,
Where thou bar'st my sin, my guilt
Slaughter'd Lamb ! ://:
See each painful wound and sore,
Thou compassionate Physician,
Speak the word, my sickness cure, 2 Yea, when I see in spirit
Wrest me from the sad condition,
Make me whole. :/:
for Grace. 4. Bid me live, :ff:
10 Chastise me when I do amiss, Bid a dying sinner live,
O might no thought arise
Of grace send fresh supplies.
It Impress thy wounds upon my heart, Faithful Friend ! :11:
And all thy bitter pain;
And constant vict'ry gain.
459. T. 14.
460. T. 58. O JESUS, Jesus, my good Lord, O LAMB of God, who wast for sinHow wondrous is thy love,
ners slain Thy patience, pity, tenderness,
That they might pardon, life and bliss Which I each moment prove! obtain, 2 I once was wholly dead in sin,
Give me to experience thy great salAnd ignorant of thee,
vation, And liv'd contentedly therein, And in my heart O fix thy habitation
For evermore. Nor knew thy love to me. 3 But thine all-seeing eye then view'd, 2 Thou know'st my inmost soul, I've And mark'd my ev'ry way; nought to boast,
11 Me still in tender love pursu'd
And without theeshould be for ever lost; Who oft from thee did stray.
When I am neglectful thou dost re
prove me, 4. Yet O! how faithless is my mind,
Yet I am well assur'd that thou dost How apt to turn aside,
For thou forgiv'st. And wander in its own deceits Of reas'ning and of pride! 3 How glad am I that thou so gracious I
art, 5 How doth the old corruption strive that thou dost bless my sinful, worthAnd fight to reign again!
less heart There's surely not a heart like mine,
And canst with such patience hear my, So wretched, dark and vain.
behavior, 6 Thou Friend of sinners, love me still, so w.ert thou not exactly such a Saviour The poorest and the worst;
What should I do!, Where sin abounded, well I know, Thy grace aboundeth most.
461. 7 Yet let me not thy grace abuse,
COME, faithful Shepherd, bind me And sin because ihou’rt good:
With cords of love to thee! But let thy love fill me with shame,
And evermore remind me That I so long withstood.
That thou hast dy'd for me; 8 On me, my King, exert thy pow'r, o may thy holy Spirit Make old things pass away;
Set this before mine eyes, Create all new, draw me to thee, That I thy death and merit Still nearer ev'ry day.
Above all else may prize. 9 Thou know'st which way to rectify 2 I am of my salvation Each stubborn ill within,
Assured, thro' thy love; How to subdue my ev'ry thought, Yet ah, on each occasion And conquer all that's sin,
Might I more faithful prove!