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2 Whatlovecan becompar'd with thine! 2 Thy dying love doth justly claim
Who hath to us so just a claim That I should live unto thy praise,
As thou who didst our souls redeem Yea, gladly share in thy disgrace, And for us leave thy throne divine! And suffer freely for thy name. 3 Go, all ye wise, without control
440. T. 22.
Jesus alone I have in view,
Delude thy heart, that thou desist of A subject I of Christ my King, From faith and love to Jesus Christ; And tho' I poor and helpless be,
2 His words with due attention hear : Yet all around shall plainly see My Saviour is my ev'ry thing.
My cross whoever will not bear,
And all forsake to follow me, 5 Thee I adore, most gracious Lord, He cannot my disciple be.” Grant that my walk in truth may
3 First let us duly count the cost, At all times pleasing unto thee,
And then in Jesus place our trust, Directed by thy holy word.
If we on him alone depend, 6 My King, thy noble statutes write He 'midst all trials proves our Friend.
Upon the table of my heart,
4 If once the plough in hand we take, And let thy law be my delight.
O let us thro’ thy aiding grace,
Pursue our course with steadiness.
T. 56. BLESSED Jesus :||: all our hearts incline And show by works of love their faith,
5 On those who faithful prove to death, Thee to follow, :||: where thy footsteps A crown of life thou once wilt place, At all times, and ev'ry where, (shine; Before thy Father them confess. May our words and actions bear A resemblance:||:gracious Lord,totbine.
441. T. 90.
"My yoke," saith Christ,“ upon you 438.* T. 83.
take, JESUS Christ, thou Leading-star, Serve me, amidst oppression;
Thy great name we praise & hallow; The world, and all its joys forsake, From believers be it far
And shun no tribulation; Any other guide to follow : Come follow me, and humbly bear Thou, Lord, if we walk in light, My cross, and in my suff'rings share." Wilt direct our steps aright.
2 Then let us follow Christ our Lord, 2 Christians are not here below Both soul and body off'ring,
To enjoy earth's transient treasure, Be cheerfully, with one accord, After Christ they're call’d to go, Partakers of his suff'ring;
His reproach they count a pleasure; For they who show true faithfulness Under manifold distress,
Shall gain a rich reward of grace, Thro' the narrow gate they press.
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AMIDST tribulation, THOU meek & patient Lamb of God, We follow our Saviour,
Who can by faith thy suffrings see, Whose name and profession
And not devote himself to thee, We'll honor for ever, His life, and ev'ry drop of blood ! His shame we beár,--and gladly share,
2 We in ev'ry nation
4 Asham'd of Jesus ! of my Lord, Will boldly confess him,
By all heav'n's glorious hosts ador'd!
No, I will make my boast of thee,
5 And when I stand before thy thrope, 3 Our Lord contradiction
Me 'fore thy heav'nly Father own; Of sinners endured ;
Then shall the holy angels see
Thee, Jesus, not asham'd of me!
T. 54 .
THE sufl'rings of this life's short day 443.*
Can't be compar'd with that display
Of glory, which God's heirs shall prove, CROSS, reproach and tribulation,
When they who Jesus truly love Ye to me are welcome guests,
Shall shine above. When I have this consolation,
2 Therefore we'll follow willingly That my soul in Jesus rests.
Our Saviour in adversity; 2 The reproach of Christ is glorious, Then, after having suffer'd here, Those who here his burden bear
We shall in heav'n his glory share, In the end shall prove victorious,
Beyond comparc. And eternal glory share. 3 Christ, our ever-blessed Saviour,
446.* T. 58. Bore for us reproach and shame, To follow Jesus, is his people's aim, Now as conqu’ror lives for ever, Where'er they go, thro' honor or thro'
And we conquer in his name. 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,
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'n a crown shall wear;
Who follow Christ are truly blest,
For they with him shall ever rest.
T. 159. 2 Asham'd of Jesus! of my God, We covenant with hand and heart, Who purchas'd me with his own blood!
To follow Christ our Lord; Of him who to retrieve loss,
With world, and sin, and self to part, Despis'd the shame, endur'd the cross!
And to obey his word: 3 Asham'd of Jesus! of that Friend To love each other heartily, On whom my heav'nly hopes depend! In truth and in sincerity, It must not be-be this my shame, And under cross, reproach and shame, That I not more revere his name! To glorify his name,
XXV. OfGrowth in Self-knowledge, and Sighing for Grace. 449.* T. 22.
Who to deliver me,
Suffer'd in my stead,
2 Could even all the love
In heav'nly hosts above, 2 Deeply convinc'd of sin I
And in the church below, In thy death, Saviour, let me die; At once united prove, 0 may the world, may
self and pride And in one bosom glow; In me henceforth be crucify'd. Jesus' love outweighs ;
Yea his boundless
grace 3 Take full possession of my heart,
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, Stay'd upon thee, to thee resign'd.
Then, supremely blest, 5 I know, that nought in me avails, I enjoy true rest. Here all my strength and wisdom fails; Who bids a sinful heart be clean ? 14 O my Immanuel, Thou only, Saviour of lost men ! My wounded spirit heal, 6. Still will I wait, O Lord, on thee,
I humbly seek thy face ;
Yea pungent sorrow feel,
May I henceforth be, 7 All my own schemes, each self Faithful unto thee. design,
5 O Lord, thy grace impart, I to thy better will resign;
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, FOR grace I weep and pant,
And me with patience bear, 'Tis mercy that I want ;
On me grace bestow, How wretched should I be, Jesus thee to know, Did I not Jesus know !
Amen, be it so!
2 Lord, thy body's Saviour,
Comfort us anew,
Ah, regard our weeping,
Thy compassion show;
Pardon our transgressions,
Hear our fervent cry, That my soul, his purchase,
And our souls and bodies
Heal and sanctify.
3 All our days, O Jesus,
Hallow unto thee, 2 Grace, and a sensation Of my sinfulness,
May our conversation
To thy honor be;
Let us all experience,
To the end of days,
Thy reviving presence
'Midst thy chosen race, I rejoice, reclaimed From sin's pow'r, by faith.
T. 30. 3 Jesus, when thy blessings
O MY God, I come oppress'd with sad. Fill my needy heart,
ness, Fear and anxious doubtings
Fillmy troubled soul with joy & gladness Then from me depart;
In thy salvation; I in thy atonement
No where else I and true consolation, My election trace, And rejoice astonish'd
2 Faithfully thy Spirit me directed, At my lot of grace.
But his warning 1 haye oft neglected; 4 Witness true and faithful,
Most gracious Saviour,
Pardon and restore me to thy favor. Christ, the church's Head, All is Yea and Amen
3 I confess, O Lord, with deep con. Thou 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,
Grapt me from the fulness of thy merit For thy tender mercies
True heart's compunction, Are each morning new;
Prim'tive love, simplicity and unction, And thou wilt thy promise, Lord, fulfil to me,
5 Give me grace to walk with circumThat 'midst all my weakness,
Keep me from the world's and sin's I thy joy shall be.
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
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.
2 Doth howe'er in my frail nature
Then I true happiness
And joy in him possess,
Straight I turn to Jesus' blood, For heart-felt thankfulness, 3 Straight to Jesus' wounds and bruises,
T.22. With believing confidence;
WHILE hereon earth we run our race, Thus I always can find shelter From sin's baneful influence.
We Jesus' love and kindness trace;
Our faults are more than we can tell,, 4 Lamb of God, display the virtue Of thy sanctifying blood,
Yet did his mercy never fail. 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 ; Of the smallest crumb of grace,
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, We know that we're poor,
While traversing this vale of tears. And sinful all o'er, In us there's no good,–O cleanse us, True comfort to the needy heart:
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. And mercy
prove, This plainly our faith-Discerns hy
T. 119. thy agony, passion and death.
At thy feet :|: 3 Lord Jesus, receive
At thy pierced feet I lie; The thanks we can give ;
Saviour, mark my heart's contrition, O that to thy praise, - Each blood-drop Listen to each broken sigh;
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 ! ::
Cleanse me in that precious fountain,
Which by faith I open'd see, WHEN I am conscious truly Standing on the blissful mountain, Of my great sinfulness,
Where thou bar’st my sin, my guilt And that so very slowly
and shame, Towards the mark I press; Slaughter'd Lamb ! :: Nought then can comfort me,
3 Look on me, : 1: But Jesus' mercy free,
See each painful wound and sore, And that he bore with patience
Thou compassionate Physician, My sins upon the tree.
Speak the word, my sickness cure, 2 Yea, when I see in spirit
Wrest me from the sad condition, My Saviour shed his blood, Into which transgression brought my That I might life inherit,
soul; And everlasting good;
Make me whole. :/: