HYMN 48. C. M. Mear. [*]
Zeal, True and False.
1 EAL is that pure and heavenly flame The fire of love supplies;
e While that which often bears the name, Is self in a disguise.
e 2 True zeal is merciful and mild, Can pity and forbear;
d The false is headstrong, fierce and wild, And breathes revenge and war.
-3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms He knows the worth of peace;
But self contends for names and forms,
Its party to increase.
4 Zeal has attain'd its highest aim,
Its end is satisfy'd,
If sinners love the Saviour's name;
Nor seeks it ought beside.
d 5 But self, however well employ'd,
Has its own ends in view;
And says, as boasting Jehu cry'd,
'Come, see what I can do.'
-6 Self may its poor reward obtain,
And be applauded here;
But zeal the best applause will gain,
When Jesus shall appear.
7 Dear Lord, the idol self dethrone,
And from our hearts remove;
And let no zeal by us be shown,
But that which springs from love.
HYMN 49. C. M. Abridge. [b]
Not go away from Christ. John vi, 67-69
THEN any turn from Zion's way,
(Alas what numbers do!)
-Methinks I hear my Saviour say,
Wilt thou forsake me too?'
e 2 Ah, Lord! with such a heart as mine,
Unless thou hold me fast,
I feel I must, I shall decline,
And prove like them at last.
-3 Yet thou alone hast power, I know,
To save a wretch like me;
e To whom, or whither could I go,
If I should turn from thee?
-4 Beyond a doubt, I rest assur'd,
Thou art the CHRIST of God;
• Who hast eternal life secur'd,
By promise and by blood.
-5 No voice but thine can give me rest,
And bid my fears depart;
o No love but thine can make me blest, And satisfy my heart.
e 6 What anguish has this question stirr'd, 'If I will also go?'
-Yet, Lord, relying on thy word,
d I humbly answer-no!
HYMN 50. L. M. Carthage. [b*]
Not ashamed of Jesus. Mark viii, 38.
JESUS, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man asham'd of thee!
Scorn'd be the thought, by rich and poor,
Oh may I scorn it more and more.
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!-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.
p 4 Asham'd of Jesus!-yes I may-
When I've no sins to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fear to quell, no soul to save.
-5 Till then, (nor is my boasting vain,)
Till then I boast a Saviour slain!
And, oh may this my glory be,
That Christ is not asham'd of me!
HYMN 51. C. M. Colchester. [*]
Inconstancy in Religion. Hosea vi,
ERPETUAL Source of light and grace,
Pwe hail thy sacred Name:
Through ev'ry year's revolving round,
Thy goodness is the same.
2 On us, all worthless as we are,
It wondrous mercy pours;
• Sure as the heaven's establish'd course
And plenteous as the showers
e 3 Inconstant service we repay,
And treach'rous vows renew;
False as the morning's scatt'ring cloud,
And transient as the dew
p 4 In flowing tears our guilt we mourn
And loud implore thy grace,
To bear our feeble footsteps on,
In all thy righteous ways.
o 5 Arm'd with this energy divine,
Our souls shall steadfast move;
o And with increasing transports press
On to thy courts above.
-6 So by thy power the morning sun
Pursues his radiant way;
o Brightens each moment in his race, 0 And shines to perfect day.
HYMN 52. C. M. Canterbury. [b]
Oh that I were as in months past. Jcb xxix, 2.
SWEET was the time, when first I felt
The Saviour's pard'ning blood,
Apply'd to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.
o 2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd,
His praises tun'd my tongue;
And when the ev'ning shades prevail'd,
His love was all my song.
-3 (In vain the tempter spread his wiles;
The world no more could charm
I liv'd upon my Saviour's smiles,
And lean'd upon his arm.)
o 4 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord
And saw his glory shine;
And when I read his holy word,
I call d each promise mine
e 5 But now-when ev'ning shade prevails,
My soul in darkness mourns:
And when the morn the light reveals,
No light to me returns.
6 My prayers are now a chatt'ring noise,
For Jesus hides his face;
I read-the promise meets my eyes→
But will not reach my case.
-7 Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail→→
O make my soul thy care;
. I know thy mercy cannot fail; Let me that mercy share.
HYMN 53. 8's. Bethany. [b]
Faith fainting.
ENCOMPASS'D with clouds of distress,
Just ready all hope to resign,
I pant for the light of thy face,
And fear it will never be mine:
Dishearten'd with waiting so long,
I sink at thy feet with my load;
All-plaintive I pour out my song,
And stretch forth my hands unto God.
-2 Shine, Lord, and my terrour shall cease;
The blood of atonement apply;
And lead me to Jesus for peace,-
The rock that is higher than I:
• Speak, Saviour, for sweet is thy voice;
Thy presence is fair to behold;
-Attend to my sorrows and cries,-
e My groanings that cannot be told.
-3 If sometimes I strive, as I mourn,
My hold on thy promise to keep;
The billows more fiercely return,
And plunge me again in the deep.
-While harass'd and cast from thy sight,
The tempter suggests, with a roar,
d 'The Lord has forsaken thee quite ;
"Thy God will be gracious no more."
e4 Yet, Lord, if thy love has design'd
No covenant blessing for me,
Ah, tell me, how is it I find
Some pleasure in waiting for thee?
• Almighty to rescue thou art;
Thy grace is my shield and my tower: o Come, succour and gladden my heart,
Let this be the day of thy power. Rippon's Col
HYMN 54. 7's. Fairfax. [b]
Self-Examination.
IS a point I long to know,-
Oft it causes anxious thought :-
e Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am I his, or am I not?
2 If I love, why am I thus?
Why this dull, this lifeless frame?
Hardly, sure, can they be worse,
Who have never heard his name.
3 Could my heart so hard remain,
Prayer a task and burden prove→
Ev'ry trifle give me pain-
If I knew a Saviour's love?
e 4 When I turn my eyes within,
All is dark, and vain, and wild;
Fill'd with unbelief and sin-
Can I deem myself a child?
5 If1 pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do ;
d You, who love the Lord indeed,
Tell me is it so with you?
o 6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sin a grief and thrall;
Should I grieve for what I feel,
If I did not love at all!
7 Could I joy his saints to meet,
Choose the ways I once abhorr'd-
Find, at times, the promise sweet,
If I did not love the Lord?
-8 Lord, decide the doubtful case!
Thou, who art thy people's sun,
Shine upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.
9 Let me love thee more and more,
If I love at all, I pray ;
If I have not lov'd before,
Help me to begin to-day
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