5 Teach me to live by faith; Conform my will to thine; Let me victorious be in death, And then in glory shine. John Newton, 1779. 399 Tell It to Jesus Alone. P.M. _The Sympathizing Friend._ Are you weary, are you heavy-hearted? Tell it to Jesus. Are you grieving over joys departed? Tell it to Jesus alone. Cho.--Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus, He is a Friend that's well known; You have no other such a friend or brother! Tell it to Jesus alone. 2 Do the tears flow down your cheeks unbidden? Tell it to Jesus. Have you sins that to man's eye are hidden? Tell it to Jesus alone. 3 Do you fear the gath'ring clouds of sorrow? Tell it to Jesus. Are you anxious what shall be to-morrow? Tell it to Jesus alone. 4 Are you troubled at the tho't of dying? Tell it to Jesus. For Christ's coming kingdom are you sighing? Tell it to Jesus alone. J. E. Rankin, D. D. 400 Maitland. C.M. _The Cross and the Crown._ (835) Must Jesus bear the cross alone, And all the world go free? No, there's a cross for every one, And there's a cross for me. 2 How happy are the saints above, Who once went mourning here! But now they taste unmingled love, And joy without a tear. 3 This consecrated cross I'll bear, Till death shall set me free, And then go home my crown to wear, For there's a crown for me. 4 Upon the crystal pavement, down At Jesus' pierced feet, Joyful, I'll cast my golden crown, And his dear name repeat. 5 And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring Beneath heaven's arches high; The Lord, that lives, the ransomed sing, That lives no more to die. 6 Oh! precious cross! oh! glorious crown! Oh! resurrection day! Ye angels! from the skies come down, And bear my soul away. V. 1. Thomas Shepherd, 1692. Vs. 2-3, G. N. Allen, 1849, _a._ 401 Maitland. C.M. _The Christian Race._ (783) Awake, my soul--stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, A bright, immortal crown. 2 'Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high: 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye. 3 A cloud of witnesses around, Hold thee in full survey: Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 4 Blest Savior, introduced by thee Have we our race begun; And, crowned with vict'ry, at thy feet We'll lay our laurels down. P. Doddridge, 1740. 402 Maitland. C.M. _Christian Charity._ (809) Blest is the man, whose softening heart Feels all another's pain; To whom the supplicating eye Was never raised in vain;-- 2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth, A stranger's woes to feel, And bleeds in pity o'er the wound He wants the power to heal. 3 He spreads his kind supporting arms To every child of grief; Hie secret bounty largely flows, And brings unasked relief.