4 Well--the delightful day will come, When he, dear Lord! will bring me home, And I shall see his face: There, with my Savior, brother, friend, A blessed eternity I'll spend, Triumphant in his grace.

Samuel Medley, 1789.

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_Ashamed of Me._

Jesus! and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of thee!

Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine thro' endless days.

2 Ashamed 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 Ashamed 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.

4 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.

5 Till then--nor is my boasting vain-- Till then, I boast a Savior slain!

And, oh, may this my glory be That Christ is not ashamed of me!

Joseph Grigg, 1765. _Ab. and alt._

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_All-Engrossing Love._ (509)

Jesus! my heart within me burns, To tell thee all its conscious love; And from earth's low delight it turns, To taste a joy like that above.

2 When thou to me dost condescend, In love divine, thou blessed One, The moments that with thee I spend, Seem e'en as Heaven itself begun.

3 Though oft these lips my love have told, They still the story would repeat; To me the rapture ne'er grows old, That thrills me, bending at thy feet.

4 I breathe my words into thine ear; I seem to fix mine eyes on thine; And sure that thou dost wait to hear, I dare in faith to call thee mine.

5 Reign thou sole Sovereign of my heart; My all I yield to thy control; Oh! let me never from thee part, Thou best Beloved of my soul!

Ray Palmer, 1869.

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_The Song of Songs._ (603)

Come, let us sing the song of songs, With hearts and voices swell the strain; The homage which to Christ belongs;-- "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"

2 Slain to redeem us by his blood, To cleanse from every sinful stain; And make us kings and priests to G.o.d: "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"

3 To him who suffered on the tree, Our souls, at his soul's price, to gain, Blessing, and praise, and glory be!-- "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"

4 Come, Holy Spirit! from on high, Our faith, our hope, our love sustain, Living to sing, and dying cry,-- "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"

James Montgomery, 1853.

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_Looking to Jesus._ (587)

My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary; Savior divine; Now hear me while I pray; Take all my guilt away; O, let me, from this day, Be wholly thine.

2 May thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart; My zeal inspire; As thou hast died for me, Oh! may my love to thee Pure, warm, and changeless be, A living fire!

3 While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside.

4 When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll, Blest Savior! then, in love, Fear and distrust remove; Oh! bear me safe above, A ransomed soul!

Ray Palmer, 1830.

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_Jesus, My Lord._ (586)

Jesus, thy name I love, All other names above, Jesus, my Lord!

Oh, thou art all to me!

Nothing to please I see, Nothing apart from thee, Jesus, my Lord!

2 When unto thee I flee, Thou wilt my refuge be, Jesus, my Lord!

What need I now to fear?

What earthly grief or care, Since thou art ever near, Jesus, my Lord!

3 Soon thou wilt come again!

I shall be happy then, Jesus, my Lord!

Then thine own face I'll see, Then I shall like thee be, Then evermore with thee, Jesus, my Lord!

J.G. Deck, 1837.

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_Nearness to Christ._

Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging, clinging close to thee; Let thy precious blood applied, Keep me ever, ever near thy side.

Cho.--Every day, every hour, Let me feel thy cleansing power; May thy tender love to me; Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee.

2 Thro' this changing world below, Lead me gently, gently as I go; Trusting thee, I cannot stray, I can never, never lose my way.