But I, an helpless sin-sick soul,
Still lie expiring at the pool.

3 Thou cov'nant angel swift come down,
To-day thine own appointments crown;
Thy power into the means infuse,
And give them now their sacred use.
4 Thou seest me lying at the pool,

I would, thou know'st, I would be whole;
O let the troubled waters move,
And minister thy healing love.

God ready to Forgive; or, Despair Sinful, 1 WHAT mean these jealousies and fears? As if the Lord was loth to save,

Or lov'd to see us drench'd in tears,
And sink with sorrow to the grave!

2 Does he want slaves to grace his throne? Or rules he by an iron rod?

Loves he the deep, despairing groan?
Is he a tyrant, or a God?

3 Not all the sins which we have wrought,
So much his tender bowels grieve,
As this unkind, injurious thought,
That he's unwilling to forgive.

4"I've found a ransom," saith the Lord,
"No humble penitent shall die;"

Lord, we would now believe thy word,
And thy unbounded mercies try.

Hymn 164,

Redeeming Love.

7's.

Psalm cxi. 9.

1 Now begin the heav'nly theme,
'Sing aloud in Jesus' name:
Ye, who Jesus' kindness prove,
Triumph in redeeming love.

2 [Ye, who see the Father's grace,
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praise and bless redeeming love.]
3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears,
Banish all your guilty fears;
See your guilt and curse remove,
Cancell'd by redeeming love.
4 [Ye, alas! who long have been,
Willing slaves to death and sin,
Now from bliss no longer rove,
Stop and taste redeeming love.
5 Welcome all, by sin opprest,
Welcome to the Saviour's breast;
Nothing brought him from above,
Nothing but redeeming love,
He subdu'd th' infernal pow'rs,
His tremendous foes and ours,
From their cursed empire drove ;
Mighty in redeeming love.
7 Hither then your music bring,
Strike aloud each tuneful string;
Mortals join the hosts above;
Join to praise redeeming love,

Burden'd Sinners Invited to Christ. Mat. ix. 23.

1 COME, ye weary souls opprest,
Find in Christ the promis'd rest;
On him all your burdens roll,
He can wound and he make whole.
2 Ye who dread the wrath of God,
Come and wash in Jesus' blood;
To the Son of David cry,
In his word he's passing by.

3 Naked, guilty, poor and blind,
All your wants in Jesus find;
This the day of mercy is,
Now accept the proffer'd bliss,

Hymn 166. C. M.

Successful Resolve.

Esther iv. 16.

1 COME, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve,
Come, with your guilt and fear opprest,
And make this last resolve:

2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
"Hath like a mountain rose,
"I know his courts, I'll enter in,
"Whatever may oppose.

3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
"And there my guilt confess;
"I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone
"Without his sov'reign grace.

4" But should the Lord reject my plea,
"And disregard my pray'r;
"Yet still, like Esther, I will stay,
"And perish only there.

5 ["I can but perish if I go-
"I am resolv'd to try,
"For if I stay away, I know
"I must forever die."]

6 "But should I die with mercy sought,
"When I the King have tried:
“I there should die, (delightful thought!)
"Where ne'er a sinner dy'd."

Hymn 167. S. M.

Naaman Healed. 2 Kings, v. 1-14. 1. WHEN Syria's leprous chief From fair Damascus came,

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Fir'd with the hopes of sure relief,
By great Elisha's fame-

The holy prophet stood
Attentive to his strain,

And bid him wash in Jordan's flood,
And instantly be clean.

[The means of cure appear'd
So humbling to his pride,

With high disdain the warrior heard,
And sternly thus reply'd—

"To wash in Jordan's streams,

"I can't approve as meet,

"When Pharphar's streams are known to lave My own Damascus' feet.

"What business have I here,
"Far from my native place?
"Could I not wash in water there,
"And there receive the grace ?]
Thus men neglect the use

Of means which God makes known,
And in their room would introduce
Inventions of their own.

O give me wisdom, Lord,
Thy holy ways to prize,

And follow thy commanding word,
However men despise,

Christ the Pilot, or Saint's safety in Death
Acts. xxvii. 44.

1 NONE that embark at God's command
For heaven, can e'er be lost;

All safe escape to Canaan's land,
However tempest toss'd.

2 Though winds may blow and storms arise,
And rocks and sands appear:

The Saviour to his people flies,

And bids them not to fear.

3 Though seeming on destruction's brink,
While the dread tempests roar;
However toss'd, they shall not sink,
But safely reach the shore.

4 Though neither sun nor stars appear
For many days in sight;

Trust in the Lord, be of good cheer,
And he shall guide you right.

5 Then let the saints in God confide,
And on his promise rest;

They shall the storms of life outride,
And be for ever blest.

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Hymn 169. 6. 6. 6. 6. 8, 8.

Christ the Pilot.

Luke viii. 22.

JESUS, at thy command,

3

I launch into the deep,

And leave my native land,

Where sin lull's all asleep:

For thee I fain would all resign,

And sail to heaven with thee and thine.

[What though the seas are broad?
What though the waves are strong
What though tempestuous storms
Distress me all along?

Yet what are seas, or stormy wind,
Compar'd to Christ, the sinner's friend?]
Christ is my pilot wise;
My compass is his word;
My soul each storm defies,
While I have such a Lord!

I trust his faithfulness and pow'r,
To save me in the trying hour.