503-504 Orimson Robe. Let us Come Boldly. C. M. H., 1880. Through many weary years of pain, A suff'ring,sorrowing soul, Many physicians Chorus. sought in vain; But none could make her whole. Ah! virtue doth in Christ a-bide, In his pierced Through many weary years of pain, C. M. 504 Amid the trampling throng she came, A sick and weary soul. She reached and touched His garment's hem, And Jesus made her whole. "Who touched my robe?" said He; she came And told before them all, How she had touched his garment's hem, And faith had made her whole. Oh, come, and touch his garment's hem, H., 1829. 148 Him that cometh to me. John vi. 87. C. M. My soul, approach the mercy-seat My soul is like a troubled sea, Tumultuous and unblest; For thou canst give me rest. My numerous sins and faults I own, And plead my Saviour's name. H., 1881. Refuge. Ye Shall Hind Rest to Your Souls. C. M. 505-506 H., 1879. My wea-ry soul a rest hath found, A rest that will not fail: A sure and certain Chorus. anchorage ground In Christ, within the vail. O Rock of A-ges, cleft for me, In rit. thee my soul I hide: My tow'r of strength, I fly to thee, And safely there abide. 505 A covert from the tempest. A rest that will not fail: Mark x. 47. C. M. C. M. 506 Thou Son of David, have mercy on me. Chorus:-O Rock of Ages, cleft for me, I hide me in this refuge strong, Ye comfortless and tempest-tost, Ye thirsty, from this smitten Rock H,, 1879. And look on Thee, and live. Though many seek my voice to hush, He hears, he speaks, he calleth me! "Receive thy sight!" I hear him say, I follow Jesus in the way, I look to him and live. H., 1879. Remem-ber thou, though far from home, Art still the Father's child. C. M. 508 Comfort one another with these words. O prodigal, why wilt thou roam A table spread, a vacant seat, The love that bought thy soul with blood Why tarriest thou with tearful eyes, While yet a great way off thou art, His heart o'er all thy wayward mirth H., 1879. Since we believe that Jesus died, C. M. And rose, o'er death the King, The Lord himself shall come from heaven, The dead in Christ shall first arise, Safe in the chambers of His love, They reap a rich reward; So shall we ever be with Him H., 1880. On death's cold, barren clod; And who are they, reserved in store O King of mercy! grant us power In thy destroying angel's hour, O gather us to thee! 512 Reginald Heber, 1783-1826. Neither pray I for these alone. C. M. Lord, who didst for thy people pray, That they might all be one, And myriad forms spring forth to view, Hear the petitions which we lay The harvest of our God. Before thy gracious throne. In weakness sown, 'mid sighs and tears; Unite us, Lord, in thee our Head; In glory now they rise, To meet their Lord when he appears, Death's chilling winter now is past, H., 1881. May we one faith receive; One spirit through our hearts be shed,- The flock redeemed by thee; H., 1886. numbers end, The numbers of thy grace? Thou art my ev - er - lasting trust;Thy FF goodness I adore; And since I knew thy graces first, I speak thy graces more. My lips shall greatly rejoice. Psalm 1xxi. 23. C. M. 514 513 And march with courage in thy strength When I am filled with sore distress For some surprising sin, How will my lips rejoice to tell The victories of my King! My soul, redeem'd from sin and hell, Awake, awake, my tuneful powers; I'll entertain the darkest hours, Isaac Watts, ab. 1719. Isles of the deep, rejoice! rejoice! Whose sweetness none can know Oh, let his praises fill the earth! In strains of loftier triumph still, Sing, ye redeemed! Before the throne, Sing for the Lord of glory reigns, The Christ the heir of all. Edward Denny, 1848. |