CX. The Two Malefactors. Chap. xxiii. 39-43. 1 SOVEREIGN grace has pow'r alone 2 When the Lord was crucify'd, 3 Thus he spent his wicked breath, 4 But the other, touch'd with grace, Faith receiv'd to own the Lord, Whom the scribes and priests abhorr❜d. 5" Lord," he pray'd, "remember me, "When in glory thou shalt be:"- 6 This was wondrous grace indeed, 7 But beware of unbelief, JOHN. CXI. The Woman of Samaria. Chap. iv. 28. 1 JESUS, to what didst thou submit To save thy dear-bought flock from hell! 2 The woman who for water came, The well of life, the sinner's friend! 3 Taught from her birth to hate the Jews, And fill'd with party pride, at first Her zeal induc'd her to refuse Water to quench the Saviour's thirst. 4 But soon she knew the gift of God; And Jesus, whom she scorn'd before, Unask'd, that drink on her bestow'd, Which whoso tastes shall thirst no more. 5 His words her prejudice remov'd, Her sin she felt, relief she found; She saw and heard, believ'd and lov'd, And ran to tell her neighbours round: 6 O come, this wondrous man behold! 7 Like her, in ignorance content, I worshipp'd long I knew not what ; Like her, on other things intent, I found him when I sought him not. 8 He told me all that e'er I did, And told me all was pardon'd too; CXII. The Pool of Bethesda*. Chap. v. 2-4. 1 BESIDE the Gospel pool Appointed for the poor, From year to year my helpless soul Has waited for a cure. 2 How often have I seen The healing waters move; And others, round me, stepping in, 3 But my complaints remain ; I feel the very same; As full of guilt, and fear, and pain, As when at first I came. He knows how long I've languish'd here, And what distress I feel. 5 How often have I thought Why should I longer lie? Surely the mercy I have sought Is not for such as I. * Book III. Hymn 7. 6 But whither can I go? There is no other pool Where streams of sov'reign virtue flow 7 Here then, from day to day, I'll wait, and hope, and try; Can Jesus hear a sinner pray, Yet suffer him to die? 8 No: he is full of grace; A soul that fain would see his face, CXIII. Another. 1 HERE at Bethesda's pool, the poor, 2 Here streams of wondrous virtue flow, To wash the filthy white as snow, 3 The dumb break forth in songs of praise, 4 Restrain❜d to no one case, or time, Sinners in every age and clime 2 5 Yet numbers daily near them lie, With life in view they pine and die 6 'Tis strange they should refuse to bathe, 7 Satan their consciences has seal'd, And stupify'd their thought; For were they willing to be heal'd, The cure would soon be wrought. 8 Do thou, dear Saviour, interpose, Their stubborn wills constrain; Or else to them the water flows, grace is preach'd, in vain. And CXIV. The Disciples at Sea*. Chap. vi. 16-21. 2 They strove, though in vain, for a while, The force of the waves to withstand; But when they were weary'd with toil, They saw their dear Saviour at hand: * Book II. Hymn 87. |