4 What though the world deceitful prove, And earthly friends and hopes remove; With patient, uncomplaining love, Still would I cling to thee. 5 Though oft I seem to tread alone Life’s dreary waste, with thorns o’ergrown, Thy voice of love in gentlest tone, Still whispers, “Cling to me!” 6 Though faith and hope are often tried, I ask not, need not aught beside; So safe, so calm, so satisfied, The soul that clings to thee! 372 6s. Cling to the Crucified. Cling to the Crucified! His eye shall guard thee well— For thee, fast from his side, The crimson current fell. 2 Cling to the Crucified! My weary feet in peace His tender hand shall guide Till all thy wanderings cease. 3 Cling to the Crucified! His love the golden door For thee shall open wide, And bless thee evermore. BAPTISM. 373 L. M. Ashamed of Jesus. Jesus, and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of thee: Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glory shines through 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! Just as soon Let morning 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’ll boast a Saviour slain! And O! may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me! 7 His institutions would I prize, Take up my cross, the shame despise— Dare to defend his noble cause, And yield obedience to his laws. 374 L. M. The spirit of obedience. We love thy name, we love thy laws, And joyfully embrace thy cause; We love thy cross, the shame, the pain, O Lamb of God, for sinners slain. 2 We sink beneath the mystic flood; O, bathe us in thy cleansing blood; We die to sin, and seek a grave, With thee, beneath the yielding wave. 3 And as we rise, with thee to live, O, let the Holy Spirit give The sealing unction from above, The breath of life, the fire of love. 375 L. M. Following. Jesus my all to heaven has gone, He whom I fix my hopes upon; His path I see, and I’ll pursue The narrow way, till him I view.