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7 For this, my life, in every state, 18 When he but speaks the healing word, A life of praise shall be;
Then no disease withstands;
And fly, as he commands.
4 If half the strings of life should break, FOR THE SICK.
He can our frame restore,
And cast nur sins behind his back,
And they are found no more. 1 WHEN dangers, woes, or death are nigh, 5 To him I cried, “ Thy servant save, Past mercies teach ine where to fly:
" Thou ever good and just; Thine arm, ALMIGHTY GOD, can aid,
“ Thy power can rescue from the grave, When sickness grieves, and pains invade.
“Thy power is all my trust!" 2 To all the various helps of art Kindly thy healing power impart;
6 He heard, and saved my soul from death, Bethesda's bath refused to save,
And dried my falling tears; Unless an angel bless'd the wave.
Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,
Through my remaining years. 8 All med'cines act by thy decree, Receive commission all from thee;
HYMN 123. L M And not a plant which spreads the plains,
On the same. But teems with health, when Heaven ordains 1 MY GOD, since thon hast raised me up, 4 Clay and Siloam's pool, we find,
Thee I'll extol with thankful voice; At Heaven's command restored the blind; Restored by thine al nighty power, And Jordan's waters hence were seen With fear before thee I'll rejoice. To wash a Syrian leper clean.
2 With troubles worn, with pain oppressid 5 But grant me nobler favors still,
To thee I cried, and thou didst save; Grant me to know and do thy will; Thou didst support my sinking hopes, Purge my foul soul from every stain, My life didst rescue from the grave. And save me from eternal pain.
3 Whereture, ye saints, rejoice with me, 6 Can such a wretch for pardon sue? With me sing praises to the LORD; My crimes, my crimes arise in view, Call ali his goodness to your mind, Arrest my trembling tongue in prayer And all his faithfulness record. And pour the horrors of despair.
4 His anger is but shor!: his love, 7 But thou, regard my contrite sighs, Which is our life, hat
certain stay My tortured breast, my streaming eyes; Grief may continue for a night, To me thy boundless love extend,
But joy returns with rising day. My God, my Father, and my Friend.
5 Then, what I vow'd in my distress, 8 These lovely names I ne'er could plead, In happier hours I now will give, IIad not thy Son vouchsafed to bleed; And strive that in my grateful verse, His blood procures our fallen race
His praises may for ever live. Admittance to the throne of grace. 6 To FATHER, Son, and HOLY GHOST, 9 When sin has shot its poison'd dart,
The blest and undivided Three;
Glory and praise for ever be
FUNERALS. 10 What arrows pierce so deep as sin ?
HYMN 124. C. M.
1 HEAR what the voice from heaven de Rebuke my pangs, and make me whole.
clares 11 Oh! if I trust thy sovereign skill,
To those in CARIST who die! And how submissive to thy will,
“ Released from all their earthly cares, Sickness and death shall both agree
“They'll reign with him on high." To bring me, LORD, at last to thee. 2 Then why lament departed friends,
Or shake at death's alarms!
Death 's but the servant JESUS sends
To call us to his arms. 1 WHEN we are raised from deep distress, 3 Jf sin be pardon'd we're secure, Our God deserves our song,
Death hath no sting beside : We take the pattern of our praise The law gave sin its strength and power: From Hezekiah's tongue.
But Christ, our ransom, died ! 2 The gates of the devouring grave 4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd, Are open'd wide in vain,
When in the grave he lay; If he that holds the keys of death And, rising thence, their hopes be raised Copmaud them fast again.
To everlasting day!
6 Then, joyfully, while life we have, VIII. INVITATION AND WARNING. To Christ, our life, we 'll sing,
HYMN 128. III. 1. « Where is thự victory, 0 grave? “And where, O death, thy sting?"
1 SINNERS, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you why?
God, who did your being give, 1 WHEN those we love are spatch'd away He the fatal cause deinands,
Made you with himself to live; By death's resistless hand,
Asks the work of his own hands; Our hearts the rournful tribute pay
Why, ye thankless creatures, why That friendship must demand.
Will ye cross his love, and die! 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, With awful power imprest
2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? May this dread truth, I ino must die,”
God, your Saviour, asks you why?
He, who did your souls retrieve, Sink deep in every breast.
Died himself that ye might live. 3 Let this vain world allure no more;
him die in vain? Behold the opening tomb;
Crucify your LORD again? It bids us use the present hour,
Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why To-morrow death may come.
Will ye slight his grace, and die? 4 The voice of this instructive scene 3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? May every heart obey!
GOD, the Spirit, asks you why? Nor be the faithful warning vaiv
He who all your lives hath strove, Which cells to watch and pray.
Woo'd you to embrace his love : 5 O let us to that Saviour Ay,
Will ye not his grace receive? Whose arm alone can save;
Will ye still refuse to live? 'Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
O, ye dying sinuers, why, And triuinph o'er the grave.
Why will ye for ever die?
HYMN 129. III. I.
1 HASTEN, sioner, to be wise;
Stay not for the morrow's sun:
Harder is it to be won.
2 Hasten, mercy to implore;
Stay not for the horrow's sun, 2 Thou joyous youth! hence learn how Lest ihy season should be o'er,
Ere this evening's stage be run Thy years may end their light:
3 Hasten, sinner, to return; Long, long before life's brilliant noon
Stay not for the morrow's sun ; May come death's glooiny night.
Lest thy lamp should cease to burn, 3 To serve thy God no longer wait,
Ere salvation's work is done.
4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest;
Stay not for the morrow's sun; May be for ever barr'd.
Lest perdition thee arrest, 4 And thus the LORD reveals his grace, Ere the morrow is begun. Thy youthful love to gain;
HYMN 130. II. 3. “The soul that early seeks my face Shall never seek in vain."
1 PEACE, troubled soul, whose plaintive HYMN 127. L. M.
Hath taught each scene the note of wo; Death of an Infant.
Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan,
And let thy fears forget to flow: 1 AS the sweet flower that scents the
Behold the precious balm is found, morn, But withers in the rising day;
To lull thy pain, and heal thy wound. Thus lovely was this infant's dawn,
2 Come, freely come, by sin opprest, Thus swiftly Aed its life away.
On Jesus cast thy weighty load;
In him thy refuge find, thy rest, 2 It died ere its expanding soul
Safe in the inercy of thy God: Had ever burnt with wrong desires, Thy God 's thy Saviour! glorious word ! Had ever spurn'd at heaven's control, O hear, believe, and bless the LORD! Or ever quench'd its sacred fires.
HYMN 131. S, M. 3 It died to sin, it died to cares, But for a moment felt the rod :
Rev. xxii. 17, 20. O mourner! such, the LORD declares, 1 THE Spirit, in our hearts, Such are the children of our God! Is whisp'ring, Sinner come!
The Bride, the Church of CHRIST, pro-I may my fierce accuser face, claims
And tell him, “thou hast died." To all his children, Come!
5 Oh! wondrous love! to bleed and die, 2 Let him that heareth say
To bear the cross and share, To all about him, Come!
That guilty sinners, such as I, Let him that thirsts for righteousness, Might plead thy gracious name. To Christ, the fountain, come!
HYMN 134. C. M. 3 Yes, whosoever will, 0 let him freely come,
I PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire And freely drink the stream of life;
Utter'd or unexpress'd; 'Tis Jesus bids him come.
The motion of a hidden fire,
That trembles in the breast. 4 Lo! Jesus, who invites, Declares, I quickly come:
2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, Lord, even so! I wait thy hour;
The falling of a tear; Jesus, my Saviour, come!
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.
3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 1 YE humble souls, approach your God
That infant lips can try; With songs of sacred praise,
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach For he is good, supremely good,
The Majesty on high. And kind are all his ways.
4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 2 All nature owns his guardian care,
The Christian's native air, In him we live and inove;
The watch-word at the gates of death; But nobler benefits declare
He enters heaven with prayer. The wonders of his love.
5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, 3 He gave his Son, his only Son,
Returning from his ways; To ransom rebel worms;
While angels in their songs rejoice, "T is here he makes his goodness known
And cry, “Behold, he pray's!" In its diviner forms.
6 In prayer, on earth, the saints are one; 4 To this dear refuge, LORD, we come,
They're one in word and mind; "T is here our hope relies;
When with the Father and the Son, A safe defence, a peaceful home,
Sweet fellowship they find. When storms of trouble rise.
7 O thou, by whom we come to God, 5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard,
The life, the truth, tne way, The souls who trust in thee;
The path of prayer ihyself hast trod; Their humble hope thou wilt reward,
LORD, teach us how to pray! With bliss divinely free. 6 Great God, to thy Almighty love,
HYMN 135. L. M.
10 THOU that hear'st when sinners cry,
Behold them not with angry look, IX. CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND AFFEC- But blot their mem'ry from thy book. TIONS.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart L APPROACH, my soul, the mercy seat,
3 I cannot live without thy light, Where Jesus answers prayer;
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight; There humbly fall before his feet, Thy holy joys, my God, restore, For none can perish there.
And guard me that I fall no more. 2 Thy promise is my only plea,
4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, LORD With this I venture nigh;
Thy help and comfort still afford; Thou callest burden'd souls to thee,
And let a wretch come near thy throne, And such, 0 LORD, am I.
To plead the merits of thy Son. 3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,
5 A broken heart, my God, my King, By Satan sorely press'd,
I: all the sacrifice I bring; By war without, and fear within,
The God of grace will ne'er despise I come to thee for rest.
A broken heart for sacrifice. 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place, 6 My soul lies humbled in the dust, That shelter'd near thy side,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O LORD, with pitying eye, Vouchsafe me strength to do
And to resist mine own: 7 Then will I teach the world thy ways; 4 So shall my soul each power einphe Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace; Thy mercy to adore ; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, While heaven itself proclaims with joy, And they shall praise a pard’ning God. “One pardon'd sioner more ! 8 O nay thy love inspire my tongue: Salvation shall be all my song ;
FAITH And all my powers shall join to bless
HYMN 139. III. 2 The LORD, my strength and righteousness.
1 ROCK of ages! cleft for me, HYMN 136. L. M.
Let me hide myself in thee; I STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Let the water and the blood, Though I have done thee such despite; From thy side, a healing flood, Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Be of sin the double cure, Nor take thine everlasting Aight.
Save from wrath, and make me pure. 2 Though I have most unfaithful been, 2 Should my tears for ever flow,
And song in vain thy grace received; Should my zeal nu languor know, Tenhousand times thy goodness seen, This for sin could not atone,
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved; Thou must save, and thou alone; 3 Yet, 0! the mourning sinner spare,
In my hand no price I bring,
When mine eye-lids close in death, 4 My weary soul, O God, release; When I rise to worlds unknown,
Uphold me with thy gracious hand; And behold thee on thy throne : Guida me into thy perfect peace,
Rock of ages! cleft for me, And bring me to the promised land. Let me hide myself in thee! HYMN 137. L. M.
HYMN 140. L. M. 10 THAT my load of sin were gone! 1 FAITH is the Christian's evidence O that I could at last submit,
Of things unseen by mortal eye ; At JESUS' feet to lay it down!
It passes all the hounds of sense, To lay my soul at Jesus' feet!
And penetrates the inmost sky. 2 Rest for my soul I long to find; Saviour of all, if mine thou art,
2 Thirgs absent it can set in view,
And Sring far distant prospects home; Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
Events long past it can renew, And stamp thine image on my heart.
And long foresee the things to come. 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, And fully set my spirit free;
3 With strong persuasion, from afar I cannot rest, till pure within,
The heavenly region it surveys, Till I am wholly lost in thee.
Embraces all the blessings there, 4 Fain would I learn of thee, iny GOD;
And here enjoys the promises. Thy light and easy burden prove, 4 By faith a steady course we steer, The cross, all stain'd with tallow'd blood, Through ruffling storms and swelling The labor of thy dying love.
seas, 5 I would, but thou must give the power,
O’ercome the world, keep down our fear, My heart from every sin release;
And still possess our souls in peace. Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
5 By faith, we pass the vale of tears And fill me with thy perfect peace. Safe and serene, though oft distress'd
By faith, subdue the king of fears,
And go rejoicing to our rest.
HYMN 141. C.M.
Rom. viii. 31-34.
The fears of guilt and wo!
Who, who shall be our foe? For heaven itself has lent its aid
2 He who his only Son gave up To save thee from despair.
To death, that we might live, 3 Hear, then, O God! thy work fulfil, Shall be not all things freely grant, And, from thy mercy's throne,
That boundless love can give'
thee to go,
13 “When through the deep waters I call 3 Who por his people shall accuse? "T" God hath justified:
* Che rivers of wo shall not thee overflow; Wh now his people shall condemn? The Lamb of God hath died.
“ For I will be with thee thy troubles to
bless, 4 And he who died hath risen again,
“ And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
“My grace all-sufficient shall be thy HYMN 142 C. M.
supply; Dead Faith
The faine shall not hurt thee, I only 1 DELUDED souls! that dream of
Thy dross to consume and thy gold to heaven,
refine. And make their empty boast of inward joys, and sins forgiven,
“The soul that to JESUS hath fled for While they are slaves to lust!
repose, 2 Vain are our fancies, vain our flights,
"I will not, I will not desert to his foes ; If faith be cold and dead;
That soul, though all hell shall endeavor None but a living power unites
to shake, To CHRIST, the living Head.
“I'll never-no, never--no, never forsake," 3 The faith which new-creates the heart
I ATSE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 4 God from the curse has set us free t'ay better portion trace, To make us pure within ;
Rise, from transitory things, Nor did he send his Son to be
Toward heaven, thy destined place: The minister of sin.
Sen, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To serts prepared above
2 Cease, iny soul, O cease to mourn, Let me to thy hosom fly,
Press onwand to the prize; While the waves of trouble roll,
Soon thy Saviour will return, While the tempest still is high.
To take thee te the skies; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
There is everlasing peace, Till the storm of life is past;
Rest, enduring rest in heaven; Safe into the haven guide;
There, will sorrow eres case, 0, receive my soul at last!
And crowns of joy be giren. 2 Other refuge have I none,
1 CHILDREN of the neavenly King, Still support and comfort me:
As we journey, let us sing; All my trust on thee is stay'd,
Sing the Saviotar's worthy praiun,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 We are trav'lling home to our With the shadow of thy wing.
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
CHRIST our advocate was made; Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! Pardon'd now, no more we roam, What more can he say than to you he hath Christ conducts us to our home.
said, You who unto JESUS for refuge have fled: 4 LORD, obediently we 'll go,
Gladly leaving all below; 2 " Fear not, I am with thee, O be not only thou our leader be, digmay'd,
And we still will follow thee. “I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
HYMN 147, C. M “I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause 1 WHEN I can read my title clear thee to stand,
To mansions in the skies, « Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent
I'll bid farewell to every fear, hand.
And wipe my weeping eyes