I J NOT ASHAMED OF CHRIST. ESUS! and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of Thee? Áshamed of Thee! whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days. 2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far May evening blush to own a star! He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon Let midnight be ashamed of noon; 'Tis midnight with my soul till He, Bright Morning Star, bids darkness flee. 4 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away; No tears to wipe, no good to crave, No fear to quell, no soul to save. 5 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend, 6 Till then--nor is my boasting vain, I JOHN XIV. 6. Gregg. Where nought the heart can cheer, Who points beyond its ocean I Our feeble footsteps guiding, 2 When doubts and fears distress us, 3 Who fills our hearts with gladness Who stills the heart's wild strife? From "Hymns for the Church on Earth." IT IS WELL. It is well, of God only wise; T is well, in the guidance of infinite love, It is well with the soul whose best hopes are above, Whose thoughts all aspire to a home in the skies. 2 'Tis true we've a changeable climate below, We have sunshine and storm, parching drought and cool showers, In our spring-time of promise the wintry winds blow, To blight our fair fruit, and to wither our flowers. 3 The bud that before us in loveliness blows, Sheds its delicate leaves on our path and is o'er, The tree 'neath whose covert we loved to repose, Bows its head to the spoiler and shades us no more. 4 But the sunbeam that painted that beautiful flower, The soft dews maturing that shadowing tree, Retain all their freshness, their warmth, and their power, An unchangeable promise secures them to me. 5 Shall I mourn them? oh yes! but I may not repine; It is well, in the counsels of infinite love; It is well, when our choicest delights we resign, To the all-perfect will of our Father above. 6 I weep, but in sorrow's most desolate hour, My Saviour is nigh, and He sees all my tears; In the cloud of my grief, though it heavily lowers, The soul-cheering bow of His mercy appears. 7 It is well! the fair symbol of covenant grace, The pledge of God's truth to the feeble in heart, The mountains shall tremble, the rocks leave their place, Ere His word shall be broken, His kindness depart. 8 Press on, then, my soul, be thou stedfast till death! No perishing crown to the faithful is given; Let thy prayers be more fervent, more constant thy faith, Thy home is above, thy best treasure in heaven! του "ASK WHAT I SHALL GIVE THEE.”—1 KINGS III. 5. I COME 'OME, my soul, thy suit prepare, 2 Thou art coming to a king, 3 With my burden I begin ; 4 Lord! I come to Thee for rest, 5 As the image in the glass 6 While I am a pilgrim here, 7 Show me what I have to do, Let me die Thy people's death. Newton. LO! WE HAVE LEFT ALL AND FOLLOWED THEE. I I cross have taken, All to leave and follow Thee; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be: All I've sought, or hoped, or known; God and Christ are still my own? 3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure! 4 Man may trouble and distress me, |