Asham'd of JESUS! just as soou
Let midnight be asham'd of noon;
"Tis midnight with my soul till He,
Bright Morning Star! bids darkness flee.
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.
Asham'd of JESUS! Yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
Till then-nor is my boasting vain-
Till then I'll boast a Saviour slain!
And Oh! may this my glory be,
That CHRIST is not asham'd of me!
· WHOSE I AM, AND WHOM I SERVE.'
JESUS, my LORD, I own thy right
To ev'ry service I can pay ;
And call it my supreme delight,
To hear thy dictates, and obey.
What is my being but for thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end;
Thine ever-smiling face to see,
And serve the cause of such a friend
I would not breathe for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days or pow'rs employ,
To spread a sounding name abroad.
'Tis to my Saviour I would live;
To him who for my ransom died;
Nor could untainted Eden give,
Such bliss as blossoms at his side.
His work my hoary age shall bless,
When youthful vigour is no more:
And my last hour of life confess,
His love hath animating pow'r
THE EXAMPLE OF CHRIST.
BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form,
Appears each grace divine:
The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine.
The largest love of human kind
Inspir'd his godlike breast:
In deeds of mercy, words of peace,
His kindness was exprest.
To spread the rays of heav'nly light,
To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.
Lowly in heart, by all his friends,
A friend and servant found;
He wash'd their feet, he wip'd their tears,
And heal'd each bleeding wound.
'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood;
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life.
He labour'd for their good.
In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,
With soul resign'd, he bow'd, and said,
Thy will, not mine, be done.'
Be Christ my pattern, and my guide!
His image may I bear!
THE HEAVENLY VISITANT.
BEHOLD a stranger at the door!
He gently knocks, has knock'd before,
Has waited long, is waiting still;`
You use no other friend so ill.
But will he prove a friend indeed?
He will; the very friend you need;
The Man of Nazareth,-'tis He
With garments dy'd from Calvary.
O lovely attitude! he stands
With melting heart and open hands :
O matchless kindness! and he shows
This matchless kindness to his foes.
Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine,
Turn out his enemy and thine;
Turn out that hateful monster, Sin,
And let the heav'nly stranger in.
Yet know, nor of the terms complain,
Where Jesus comes, he comes to reign;
To reign, and with no partial sway:
E'en thoughts must die that disobey.
Sov'reign of Souls! thou Prince of Peace!
O may thy gentle reign increase!
Throw wide the door, each willing mind,
And be his empire-ALL MANKIND!
HASTEN, Sinner, to be wise,
Stay not for the morrow's sun:
Th' longer wisdom you despise,
Harder is she to be won.
Hasten, mercy to implore;
Stay not for the morrow's sun: Lest thy season should be o'er, Ere this evening's stage be run.
Hasten, Sinner, to return;
Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest thy lamp should fail to burn, Ere salvation's work is done. Hasten, Sinner, to be blest;
Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest perdition thee arrest,
Ere the morrow is begun.
O THOU, whose tender, mercy hears
Contrition's humble sighs;
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eyes.
See, low before thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn:
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
Hast thou not said-' return?'
And shall my guilty fears prevail,
To keep me from thy feet?
Óh! let not this dear refuge fail;
This only safe retreat.
Absent from thee, my Guide! my Light
Without one cheering ray;
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night, How desolate my way!
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