380 C. M. Hinder me not. Gen. 24:56. In all my Lord’s appointed ways, My journey I’ll pursue; Hinder me not, you much-loved saints, For I must go with you. 2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead, I’ll follow where he goes; Hinder me not, shall be my cry, Though earth and hell oppose. 3 Through trials and through sufferings too, I’ll go at his command; Hinder me not, for I am bound To my Immanuel’s land. 4 And when my Saviour calls me home, Still this my cry shall be— Hinder me not—come, welcome death— I’ll gladly go with thee. 381 C. M. He that is ashamed of me, and of my word. Mark 8:38. Ashamed of Christ! our souls disdain The mean, ungenerous thought; Shall we disown that friend whose blood To man salvation brought? 2 With the glad news of love and peace, From heaven to earth he came; For us endured the painful cross, For us despised the shame. 3 To his command let us submit Ourselves without delay; Our lives—yea, thousand lives of ours, His love can ne’er repay. 4 Each faithful follower Jesus views With infinite delight; Their lives to him are dear—their death Is precious in his sight. 5 To bear his name—his cross to bear— Our highest honor this! Who nobly suffers for him now, Shall reign with him in bliss. 382 C. M. He left us an example. Buried beneath the yielding wave, The great Redeemer lies; Faith views him in the watery grave, And thence beholds him rise. 2 With joy we in his footsteps tread, And would his cause maintain, Like him be numbered with the dead, And with him rise and reign. 3 Now, blest Redeemer, we to thee Our grateful voices raise; Washed in the fountain of thy blood, Our lives shall be thy praise. 383 C. M. Lord, if thou wilt, etc. Matt. 8:2. O Lord, and will thy pardoning love Embrace a wretch so vile? Wilt thou my load of guilt remove, And bless me with thy smile? 2 Hast thou the cross for me endured, And all its shame despised? And shall I be ashamed, O Lord, With thee to be baptized? 3 Didst thou the great example lead, In Jordan’s swelling flood! And shall my pride disdain the deed, That’s worthy of my God! 4 O Lord, the ardor of thy love Reproves my cold delays; And now my willing footsteps move In thy delightful ways.