From the law's condemning sentence,

To Thy mercy we appeal;

Thou alone canst give repentance,
Thou alone our souls canst heal.

62. THE GOOD PHYSICIAN.

How lost was my condition,
Till Jesus made me whole!
There is but one Physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul!
Next door to death He found me,
And snatch'd me from the gravē;
To tell to all around me

His wondrous power to save.

The worst of all diseases

Is light compared with sin;

On every part it seizes,

But rages most within: 'Tis palsy, dropsy, fever,

And madness-all combined; And none but a believer

The least relief can find.

From men great skill professing
I thought a cure to gain;
But this proved more distressing,
And added to my pain.

Some said that nothing ail'd me,
Some gave me up for lost;
Thus every refuge fail'd me,
And all my hopes were cross'd.

At length this great Physician
(How matchless is His grace!)
Accepted my petition,

And undertook my case:
First gave me sight to view Him,
For sin my eyes had seal'd;
Then bid me look unto Him,-
I look'd, and I was heal'd.

A dying, risen Jesus,

Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from anguish frees us,

And saves the soul from death.
Come, then, to this Physician,
His help He'll freely give;
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis only-Look and live!

63. TO THE AFFLICTED, TOSSED AND NOT COMFORTED. Chap. liv. 5-11.

PENSIVE, doubting, fearful heart,

Hear what Christ the Saviour says;

Every word should joy impart,

Change thy mourning into praise ;

Yes, He speaks, and speaks to thee,
May He help thee to believe!
Then thou presently wilt see,
Thou hast little cause to grieve.

'Fear thou not, nor be ashamed,
All thy sorrows soon shall end:
I, who heaven and earth have framed,
Am thy Husband and thy Friend:
I, the High and Holy One,

Israel's God, by all adored,
As thy Saviour will be known,
Thy Redeemer and thy Lord.

For a moment I withdrew,

And thy heart was fill'd with pain; But My mercies I'll renew,

Thou shalt soon rejoice again: Though I seem to hide My face, Very soon My wrath shall cease; 'Tis but for a moment's space, Ending in eternal peace.

When My peaceful bow appears*
Painted on the watery cloud,

'Tis to dissipate thy fears,

Lest the earth should be o'erflow'd;

*Gen. ix. 13, 14.

'Tis an emblem, too, of grace,

Of My covenant-love a sign:

Though the mountains leave their place,
Thou shalt be for ever Mine.

"Though afflicted, tempest-toss'd,
Comfortless awhile thou art,
Do not think thou canst be lost,
Thou art graven on My heart.
All thy wastes I will repair,
Thou shalt be rebuilt anew;
And in thee it shall appear
What a God of love can do.'

64. C. THE CONTRITE HEART.
Chap. lvii. 15.

THE Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow;
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine
A contrite heart or no?

I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;

If aught is felt, 'tis only pain
To find I cannot feel.

I sometimes think myself inclined
To love Thee, if I could;
But often feel another mind,

Averse to all that's good.

My best desires are faint and few,
I fain would strive for more;

But, when I cry, 'My strength renew,'
Seem weaker than before.

Thy saints are comforted, I know,
And love Thy house of prayer;
I therefore go where others go,
But find no comfort there.

O make this heart rejoice or ache!
Decide this doubt for me;
And if it be not broken, break,
And heal it, if it be.

65. C. THE FUTURE PEACE AND GLORY OF THE CHURCH. Chap. lx. 15-20.

HEAR What God the Lord hath spoken:
'O my people, faint and few;
Comfortless, afflicted, broken,

Fair abodes I build for you :
Thorns of heartfelt tribulation

Shall no more perplex your ways;
You shall name your walls Salvation,
And your gates shall all be praise.

'There, like streams that feed the garden,
Pleasures without end shall flow;

For the Lord, your faith rewarding,
All His bounty shall bestow :