LIV.

"Thou art fairer than the children of men."-Ps. xlv. 2.

1 JESUS, and shall it ever be,

A mortal man ashamed of Thee?

Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glory shines through endless days!

2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star!
He sheds his beams of light divine
On this benighted soul of mine.

3 Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon

Let midnight be ashamed of noon;
'Tis midnight with my soul, till He,
Bright morning star, bids darkness flee.

4 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.

5 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away,

No fears to quell, no good to crave,
And no immortal soul to save.

6 Till then,-nor is my boasting vain,-
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain;
And, O, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me.

LV.

"There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of our God."-Ps. xlvi. 4.

1 CLEAR Spring of Life! flow on and roll
With growing swell from pole to pole,
Till flowers and fruits of Paradise
Round all thy winding current rise!

2 Still near thy stream may I be found,
Long as I tread this earthly ground!
Cheer with thy wave death's gloomy shade,
Then thro' the fields of Canaan spread.

LVI.

"God is gone up with a shout."-Ps. xlvii. 5.

1 Go up with shouts of praise!
Go up, High-priest, to Heaven,
Who hast the ransom'd race
Upon thy heart engraven ;
Though seated on thy throne,
Thou deign'st to hear our pray❜r,
Nor art ashamed to own

That we thy brethren are.

LVII.

"Open thou my lips, and my mouth shall show forth thy praise."-Ps. li. 15.

1 COME, thou Fount of every blessing,

Tune my heart to sing thy grace:

Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.

2 Here I raise my

Ebenezer,

Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

3 Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,
Interpos'd his precious blood.

4 Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to thee.

5 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;

Prone to leave the God of love:
Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it,
Seal it from thy courts above.

LVIII.

"I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest."-Ps. lv. 8.

1 HERE I find no rest;

By fierce pain opprest,

And by sin distrest,

I am weary, weary !

2 Though this world be fair,

Sin is ever there,

And its guilt I share :

I am weary, weary!

3 Soon death's night will come,— Where is now the gloom

Of the silent tomb?

I am weary, weary!

4 Christ hath died to prove God's amazing love,

Oh for life above!

I am weary, weary !

5 Earth gives me no pleasure; Heaven contains my treasure,Bliss in boundless measure:

I am weary, weary!

6 Why should I complain! Jesus suffer'd pain,

And for me was slain:

I am weary, weary!

7 Now, from Heaven on high, Christ hath heard my sigh,

Mark'd my mournful

cry:

I am weary, weary!