489. The same. (C.M.)

A Y Saviour, my Almighty Friend,

1 When I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end,

The numbers of thy grace? 2 Thou art my everlasting trust,

Thy goodness I adore; TS
And since I knew thy graces first,

I speak thy glories more.
3 My feet shall travel all the length

Of the celestial road,
And march with courage in thy strengt

To see my Father God.
4 When I am fill’d with sore distress

For some surprising sin,
I'll plead thy perfect righteousness,

And mention none but thine.
5 How will my lips rejoice to tell

The victories of my King!
My soul redeem'd from sin and hell

Shall thy salvation sing. 29
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6 My tongue shall all the day proclaim,

My Saviour and my God; His death has brought my foes to shame,

And drown'd them in his blood.
7 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers ;

With this delightful song,
I'll entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.

90. The Name of Jesus. (C. M.)
1 LOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds,

11 In a believer's ear?
It sooths his sorrows, heals his wounds,

And drives away his fear.
? It makes the wounded spirit whole,

And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,

And to the weary, rest.
Dear name! the rock on which I build,

My shield and hiding place ;
My never-failing treas'ry fill’d

With boundless stores of grace. Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,

My Prophet, Priest, and King : My Lord, my life, my way, my end,

Accept the praise I bring.
Weak is the effort of my heart,

And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.

92. Not ashamed of Jesus. (L. M.)
I JESUS, and can it ever be,
U A mortal man asham'd of thee?
Scorn'd be the thought by rich and poor,
My soul shall scorn it more and more.
Asham'd of Jesus ! sooner far
May ev’ning blush to own a star!
Asham'd of Jesus, just as soon,
May midnight blush to think of noon.
Asham'd of Jesus ! yes I may,
When I've no crimes to wash away;
No tears to wipe, no joys to crave,
And no immortal soul to save!
Asham’d of Jesus ! that dear friend,
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No: when I blush, be this by shame,
That I no more revere his name.
Till then,-nor is the boasting vain ;
Till then I boast a Saviour slain :
And O may this my portion be,
That Saviour's not asham'd of me.

3. Praise to the Saviour. (C. M.) THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,

1 We love to hear of thee: No music's like thy charming name,

Nor half so sweet can be.
O let us ever hear thy voice,

In mercy to us speak;
And in our Priest will we rejoice,
Thou great Melchisedec.

494. The same. Rev. v. 9. (L. M.)
1 TOIN, ye redeemed heirs of grace,

In a new song of lofty praise;
Jesus is worthy to receive,

The utmost glories ye can give.
2 Worthy, thou dear atoning Lamb, .

From ev'ry kindred, tongue, and name,
Thou hast redeem'd us by thy blood,

And made us kings and priests to God. 3 Bless'd be thy name, for ever bless'd,

Of wisdom, power, and strength possess'd;
Honour and might, and glory too,

We give thee, as thine endless due..
4 More than ten thousand thousand tongues
With thousand thousands join in songs,
With all their pow'rs their God to own,

And the dear Lamb who fills the throne. 5 Unnumber'd hosts thy glories sing,

They hail thee as their Lord and King:
Not one bright crown is worn above,
But what is own'd a gift of love.