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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 Excerpt:... Ashamed 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. 6 Till then,--nor in my boasting vain,--Till then, I boast a Saviour slain: 2 His love what mortal thought can reach? What mortal tongue display? Imagination's utmost stretch, In wonder dies away. 3 Dear Lord! while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to Thee, May every heart with rapture say,--"The Saviour died for me!" 4 Oil! may the sweet, the blissful eheine, Pill every heart and tongue, Till strangers love Thy charming name, And join the sacred song. Anne Steele, 1760. My God! the covenant of Thy love, Abides for ever sure; And, in its matchless grace, I feel My happiness secure. 2 Since Thou, the everlasting God, My Father art become; Jesus, my Guardian, and my Friend, And heaven my final home;--3 T welcome all Thy sovereign will, For all that will is love; And, when I know not what Thou dost, I wait the light above. Philip Doddridge, 1740. 387 My God! the Spring of all my joys, The Life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And Comfort of my nights! 2 In darkest shades, if He appear, My dawning is begun; Revived, and cheered, and blessed by Thee, He is my soul's sweet Morning Star, The God of pard'niug love. 3 Lift up Thy countenance serene, And let Thy happy child Behold, without a cloud between, The Godhead reconciled. Charles Wesley, 1763. And He my rising Sun. 3 The op'ning heavens around me shine, With beams of sacred bliss, While Jesus shows His heart is mine, And whispers--I am His. Isaac Watts, 1707. 2 Thou, 0 my Jesus, Thou didst me Upon the cross embrace; For me didst bear the nails and spear, And manifold disgrace;--3 And griefs and torments numberless, And sweat of agony, Yea, death itself;...