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458. C. M. Watts. I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ. I'M M not asham'd to own my Lord,
Nor to defend his cause; Maintain the honour of his word,
The glory of his cross.
His name is all my trust;
Nor let my hope be lost.
And he can well secure
Till the decisive hour.
Before his Father's face, And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.
459. L. M. Watts. Submission and Deliverance. Gen. xxi. 6-13. SAINTS, at your heavenly Father's word,
; He shall restore what yo'i resign,
Or grant you blessings more divine. 2 Just in the last distressing hour,
The Lord displays delivering power;
460. C. M.
I nothing good can dou
*M\May Ti not say
2.My heart is fixt'-it trusts in God, My portion and my
choice; Firmly it rests upon his word,
And doth in him rejoice, 3.My heart is fixt-his power controls,
His wisdom guides me still;
Obedient to his will.
The power to break my hold ?
This wolf comes near his fold.
Ti is nct fixt on you;
My Jesus I 'll pursue. 6 Though fickle in my inward frame,
My outward conduct ill;
My heart is fixed still
461 S. M. Newlon.
By the Redeemer's grace; A dark and thorny path we tread,
In hopes to see his face. 2 The promis d land of peace,
Faith keeps in constant view; How different from the wilderness
We now are passing through! 3 Here, often, from our eyes
Clouds hide the light divine;
Our sun will always shine.
And fears, distress us sore;
And we shall weep no more
Lord, pardon our complaints,
We follow at thy call;
462. L. M. Fawcell.
And made his truth and mercy known:
And comforts mingle with my sighs.
Far distant from my blissful home;
And guard me in this dangerous way. 3 Temptations everywhere annoy;
And sins and snares my peace destroy;
And oft an absent God I mourn.
Her hopes o'erturned, her projects cross’d,
And wonders where the scene will end. 3 Is this, dear Lord, that thorny road
Which leads us to the mount of God?
While in the wilderness below? 6 'Tis even so,—thy faithful love
Doth all thy children's graces prove;
463. PART II. L. M. Watts.
2 " Deny thyself and take thy cross; ".
Is the Redeemer's great command;
If she would gain this heavenly land. 3 The fearful soul that tires and faints,
And walks the ways of God no more,
And seals his own destruction sure. 4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain,
Create my heart entirely new;
464. C. M. Walls.
Complaining of spiritual sloth. My drowsy powers, why sleep. ye so ? Nothing has half thy work to do,
Yet nothing 's half so dull.
Labour, and tug, and strive;
How negligent we live!
And stars their courses move;
Come flying from above;4 We, for whom God the Son came down,
And labour'd for our good ;
He purchas'd with his blood !
And never act our parts? Come, holy Dove, frorn th' heavenly hill,
And sit, and warm our hearts. 6 Then shall our active spirits move,
Upward our souls shall rise ; With hands of faith, and wings of love,
We'll fly, and take the prize.
465. Tas Cowper.
Welcome cr iss.
'Tis my happiness below
Not to live without the cross,
Sanctifying every loss.
But for humble faith to see
This is happiness to me.
Trials give new life to prayer;
Lay me low, and keep me there. 4 Did I meet no trials here:
No chastisement by the way;
I should prove a cast-away? 5 Bastards may escape the rod,
Sunk in earthly, vain delight;
466. C. M.
Would e'er to heaven attain;
Else all their hopes are vain.
• A heart as bad or worse,
*To help me bear the cross. 3.Beneath the cross this friend I found,
In garments rolld in blood;
*The painful, pleasing load.