2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.

3 Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be asham'd of noon;
"Tis midnight with my soul till he,
Bright morning star, bids darkness flee.
4 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend?
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more adore his name,

5 Asham'd of Jesus! yes I may
When I've no guilt to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fear to quell, no soul to save.

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

7 His institutions will I prize,

Take up the cross, the shame despise-
Dare to defend his noble cause,
And yield obedience to his laws.

1 JESUS, thou Sun of love divine,
Thy rays through boundless nature shine;
In thee with bright effulgence meet
Wisdom and love, and light and heat.

2 Through heaven thy glory is display'd
In one bright day without a shade:
Angels from thee supremely prove
The nameless, endless joys of love.

3 With thee they dwell in fervid light,
Nor feel nor fear the shades of night:
Thy heavenly beams will never fail,
But one eternal day prevail.

4 Le darkness known on earth no more,
But truth display'd from shore to shore;
Till men of every land shall see
Thy glory, Lord, and worship thee.

5 'Tis done the Sun of love appears,
The shades withdraw, the morning clears;
Now love and truth prevail again,
And one eternal day shall reign.

1 HOW shall we praise thy dear-lov'd Name,

Our Saviour and our God?
Fain would we all thy love proclaim,
And sound thy power abroad.

2 But ah! our noblest accents die,
So weak and mean they prove;
In vain our warmest praises try
To speak thy boundless love.

3 So vast the subject, angel's tongues
Can never speak its worth;

Not all their soul-enchanting songs
Can ever set it forth.

4 Unfathomable are its deeps,
Its height no angel knows;
Open this fountain ever keeps,
And unto all it flows.

5 For love is Deity alone,

"Tis heaven and all divine; It beams refulgent from the throne, And will for ever shine.

"This do in remembrance of me." 1 Cor. xi. 24.

1 "EAT, drink, in memory of your friend :"Such was our Master's last request; Who all the pangs of death endur'd, That we might live for ever bless'd. 2 Yes, we'll record thy matchless love, Thou kindest, tenderest, best of friends! Thy dying love, the noblest praise

Our hearts can offer thee, transcends.

3 'Tis pleasure more than earth can give Thy goodness through these vales to see; Thy table, food celestial yields,

And happy they who sit with Thee.

A Hymn of Praise. Luke xiii. 35.

1 NOW blessing, honour, glory, praise,
By angel hosts are sung;

The saints below their voices raise,
And join the heavenly throng.

2 Ador'd be he who comes to bless
The nations with his love;

To shew his truth and righteousness,
And every cloud remove.

3 Blessed be he who comes to reign In Zion's happy land: Jerusalem is built again,

And shall for ever stand.

4 No more this kingdom shall decay,
No more the temple fall;
Here Jesus reigns with endless sway,
The King and Lord of all.

1 IS there a lone and dreary hour
When worldly pleasures lose their power?
Our Father! let us turn to thee,
And set each thought of darkness free.
2 Is there a time of racking grief,
Which scorns the prospect of relief?
Great Father! break the cheerless gloom,
And bid each heart its calm resume.
3 Is there an hour of peace and joy,
When hope is all our soul's employ?
Kind Father! still our hopes will roam,
Until they rest with Thee, their home.
4 The noontide blaze, the midnight scene,
The dawn, or twilight's sweet serene,
The sick, nay, e'en the dying hour,
Shall own a Father's grace and power.

The happy state of the Christian.

1 AS we advance in wisdom's ways,
Thy love demands new songs of praise;
Our pleasures, joys, and hopes increase,
And all within is settled peace.

2 Our foes with weaker power assail; With strength increasing we prevail; Above our every tempter rise,

And press with zeal towards the skies.
3 Look we at death? 'tis with delight;
A gentle sleep, and short the night;
Angels support the feeble head,
Our souls have nothing here to dread.
4 Think we of judgment? happy day!
Joyful the summons we obey;

It is to meet the God we love,
And take our glorious crowns above.
5 Transporting thought! celestial state;
For this we live, for this we wait;
And while we take the happy road,
Our songs of praise ascend to God.

1 HAIL, happy day, the type of rest,
When all the faithful shall be bless'd,
And cease from toil and pain;
So we to-day the emblem prove,
Cease from all work, but praise and love,
And solid pleasure gain.

2 To-day our mighty Conqueror rose,
In triumph o'er his numerous foes,
And death a captive bound;
So we from every evil rise,

Mount up in thought towards the skies,
And walk on Zion's ground!

3 Begone, ye every worldly care;
My soul to study, praise and prayer,
To-day be wholly given;