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R

W. B. BRADBURY.

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1 Jesus! and shall it ever be,

A mortal man ashamed of thee? Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days? 2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far Let ev'ning 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! bid darkness flee.

4 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.
5 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 is my boasting vain-
Till then I boast a Saviour slain!
And, oh, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me!
C. M.

G. KINGSLEY.

1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.

3 By Him my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;

Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am own'd a child.

4 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.

5 Till then I would Thy love proclaim,
With ev'ry fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy name
Refresh my soul in death.