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3 The same thy power, thy love the same,
Unmov'd the promise shines;
Eternal truth surrounds thy name,
And guards the precious lines.

4 Though Satan rage, and flesh rebel,
And unbelief arise,

We'll wait around his footstool still,
For Jesus hears our cries.

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,
Why do these fears disturb my breast?
Is there no balm to heal my wound?
No kind Physician to be found?

2 Yes, in the Gospel's faithful lines,
Jehovah's grace and mercy shines;
There, dress'd in love, the Saviour stands,
With pitying eye, and outstretch'd hands.
3 Raise to the cross thy weeping eyes,
Behold! the Prince of glory dies!
He dies extended on the tree,

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.

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3 The same thy power, thy love the same,
Unmov'd the promise shines;
Eternal truth surrounds thy name,
And guards the precious lines.

4 Though Satan rage, and flesh rebel,
And unbelief arise,

We'll wait around his footstool still,
For Jesus hears our cries.

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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,
Why do these fears disturb my breast?
Is there no balm to heal my wound?
No kind Physician to be found?

2 Yes, in the Gospel's faithful lines,
Jehovah's grace and mercy shines;
There, dress'd in love, the Saviour stands,
With pitying eye, and outstretch'd hands.
3 Raise to the cross thy weeping eyes,
Behold! the Prince of glory dies!
He dies extended on the tree,

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,
"I sought relief, but sought in vain ?
That Jesus, who for sinners died;
Heard all my groans, and still denied?"

6 Lord, prostrate at thy feet I lie,
There to receive a cure or die;
Oh may thy love remove my pain,
And healing grace triumphant reign.

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,
My fainting hope relies.

2 To thee I tell each rising grief,
For thou alone canst heal;

Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain I feel.

[3 But oh! when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.

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 shall I seek in vain ?

And can the ear of Sov'reign Grace,
Be deaf when I complain?

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,
And wait beneath thy feet.

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?
Wherefore art thou thus cast down?
Let thy griefs be turned to gladness,
Bid thy restless fears be gone;
Look to Jesus,

Thou by faith with him art one.

2 What tho' Satan's strong temptations Harass thee from day to day,

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