3 The same thy power, thy love the same, 4 Though Satan rage, and flesh rebel, We'll wait around his footstool still, 363.2 Relief Sought and Found. L.M. Is there no balm in Gilead? is there no Physician there?-JEREMIAH viii. 21. 1 WHY droops my soul, with guilt opprest, 2 Yes, in the Gospel's faithful lines, And sheds a sov'reign balm for me. 4 Millions, who now his throne surround, Here sought relief, here mercy found; His cross dispell'd their gloomy fears, Heal'd all their wounds, and dried their tears. 3 The same thy power, thy love the same, 4 Though Satan rage, and flesh rebel, We'll wait around his footstool still, 2 363. Relief Sought and Found. L.M. Is there no balm in Gilead? is there no Physician there?-JEREMIAH viii. 21. 1 WHY droops my soul, with guilt opprest, 2 Yes, in the Gospel's faithful lines, And sheds a sovʼreign balm for me. 4 Millions, who now his throne surround, Here sought relief, here mercy found; His cross dispell'd their gloomy fears, Heal'd all their wounds, and dried their tears. 5 And shall my trembling soul complain, 6 Lord, prostrate at thy feet I lie, 364. Troubled, but making the Lord his Refuge. C.M. I will wait upon the Lord, that hideth his face from the house of Jacob, and I will look for him.-ISA. viii. 17. 1 DEAR refuge of my weary soul, On thee, when sorrows rise, On thee, when waves of trouble roll, 2 To thee I tell each rising grief, Thy word can bring a sweet relief [3 But oh! when gloomy doubts prevail, 4 Yet, gracious Lord, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust, And still my soul would cleave to thee 5 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? And can the ear of Sov'reign Grace, 6 No; still the ear of Sov'reign Grace Attends the mourner's O may I ever find access prayer: To breath my sorrows there! 7 The mercy-seat is open still: Here let my soul retreat; With humble hope attend thy will, 365. Cast down, yet Trusting in the Lord. 8-7-4. Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.-PSALM xliii. 5. 1 O MY Soul, what means this sadness? Thou by faith with him art one. 2 What tho' Satan's strong temptations Harass thee from day to day, |