154. C. M.
Ashamed of Jesus.
1 Is there on earth a nobler name
Than Jesus to be found?
Who can assert a higher claim,
Or more with truth abound?
2 The Son of God, adorned with grace,
Commissioned from above,
He bears to our rebellious race
The messages of love.
3 How noble were the truths he taught!
How pure the life he led !
And shall another Lord be sought,
And we disown our head?
4 Ashamed of Jesus! shall we let
Our heavenly prospects go?
And madly, at defiance set
The threats of future woe?
5 Forbid it, Lord; nor let us yield
To this unworthy shame;
But each with holy courage filled,
Rejoice in Jesus' name.
1 GOD, in the Gospel of his Son, Makes his eternal counsels known; 'Tis here, his richest mercy shines, And truth is drawn in fairest lines.
2 Wisdom its dictates here imparts,
To form our minds and cheer our hearts;
Its influence makes the sinner live,
Its words immortal peace can give.
3 Our raging passions it controls,
And comfort yields to contrite souls ;
It brings a better world in view,
And guides us all our journey through.
4 May this blest volume ever lie
Close to my heart and near my eye;
To life's last hour my soul employ,
And fit me for the heavenly joy.
1 GOD, who in various methods told
His mind and will to those of old,
Hath sent his Son with truth and grace,
To teach us in these latter days.
2 The world shall read the sacred page,
That stands the same through every age;
There God reveals his gracious plan
Of life to undeserving man.
3 His kindest thoughts are there expressed,
To make his children wise and blessed;
The doctrines are divinely true,
For counsel and for comfort too.
4 The lands which long in darkness lay,
Have now beheld the heavenly ray;
Nations which slept in death's cold night,
Rejoice in beams divinely bright.
1 FATHER of mercies! in thy word
What endless glory shines!
Forever be thy name adored
For these celestial lines.
2 Here may the wretched sons of want
Exhaustless riches find;
Riches above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.
3 Here the Redeemer's gentle voice
Spreads heavenly peace around:
And life and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful sound.
4 Divine Instructer! gracious Lord!
Be thou forever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred word,
And read salvation there.
Invitations of the Gospel.
1 COME! said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come and make my paths your choice;
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrim, hither come!
2 Thou who houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste!
3 Ye who tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain ;
Ye, whose swollen and sleepless eyes
Watch, to see the morning rise;
4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care;
A wounded spirit who can bear!
5 Sinner, come! for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound;
Peace that ever shall endure ;
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
159. C. M.
The invitation of the Gospel.
1 LET every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the Gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.
2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
Who feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive, with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind,-
3 Eternal wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.
4 Ho! ye who pant for living streams, And pine away and die;
Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry.
5 The happy gates of Gospel grace
Stand open night and day;
Lord, we are come to seek supplies
And drive our wants away.
Invitations of the Gospel.
1 COME hither, all ye weary souls;
Ye heavy laden sinners, come;
I'll give you rest from all your toils,
And raise you to my heavenly home.
2 They shall find rest who learn of me;
I'm of a meek and lowly mind;
But passion rages like the sea,
And pride is restless as the wind.
3 Blest is the man whose shoulders take
My yoke, and bear it with delight;
My yoke is easy to his neck,
My grace shall make the burden light.
4 Jesus! we come at thy command;
With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand,
To form and guide them at thy will.
Blessedness of the Gospel.
1 How beautiful their feet
Who stand on Zion's hill!
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal.
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