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3

4

Sorrow and fear are gone,
Whene'er thy face appears;
It stills the sighing orphan's moan,
And dries the widow's tears:
It hallows every cross,

It sweetly comforts me,

And makes me now forget my loss,
And lose myself in thee.

Peace to the troubled heart,
Health to the sin-sick mind,

The wounded spirit's balm thou art,
The healer of mankind:
In deep affliction, blest
With thee, I mount above,
And sing, triumphantly distrest,
Thy all-sufficient love.

Jesus, to whom I fly,

Doth all my wishes fill;

In vain the creature streams are dry,
I have the fountain still.
Stript of my earthly friends,

I find them all in one:

And peace and joy that never ends,
And heaven in Christ alone.

124.

L.M.-Christ our Wisdom, Righteousness, Sanctification, and
Redemption. 1 Cor. i. 30, 31.

1 MY God, assist me, while I raise
An anthem of harmonious praise;
My heart thy wonders shall proclaim,
And spread its banners in thy name.
2 In Christ I view a store divine;
My Father, all that store is thine;
By thee prepar'd, by thee bestow'd;
Hail to the Saviour, and the God!

3 When gloomy shades my soul o'erspread, "Let there be light," the' Almighty said; And Christ, my Sun, his beams displays, And scatters round celestial rays. 4 Condemn'd, thy criminal I stood, And awful justice ask'd my blood; That welcome Saviour from thy throne Brought righteousness and pardon down. 5 My soul was all o'erspread with sin, And lo, his grace hath made me clean! He rescues from the infernal foe, And full redemption will bestow. 6 Ye saints, assist my grateful tongue; Ye angels, warble back my song; For love like this demands the praise Of heavenly harps, and endless days.

125.

C.M.-Christ our Physician: or the Paralytic at Bethesda.
John v. 6.

1 BEHOLD the great Physician stands,
Whose skill is ever sure:

And loud he calls to dying men,
And free he offers cure.

2 And will ye hear his gracious voice,
While sore diseas'd ye lie?

Or will ye all his grace despise,
And trifle till ye die?

3 Blest Jesus, speak the healing word,
And inward vigour give;

Then, rais'd by energy divine,
Shall helpless mortals live.

4 With cheerful pace our trembling feet
In thy blest paths shall run,

Till Zion's healthful hill they gain,
Where no complaint is known.

126.

P.M.-Christ the Sun of Righteousness.

1 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night:
Day-spring from on high, be near;
Day-star, in my heart appear.
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Unaccompanied by thee;

Joyless is the day's return,

Till thy mercy's beams I see;
Till they inward light impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
3 Visit then this soul of mine,

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, Radiancy Divine!

Scatter all my unbelief: More and more thyself display, Shining to the perfect day.

127.

L.M.-Christ the Sun of Righteousness. Mal. iv. 2. 1 TO thee, O God, we homage pay, Source of the light that rules the day, Who while he gilds all nature's frame, Reflects thy rays, and speaks thy name. 2 In louder strains we sing that grace, Which gives the Sun of Righteousness; Whose noble life salvation brings, And scatters healing from his wings. 3 Still on our hearts may Jesus shine With beams of light and love divine; Quicken'd by him our souls shall live, And cheer'd by him shall grow and thrive.

4 O may his glories stand confest From north to south, from east to west: Successful may his gospel run

Wide as the circuit of the sun.

5 When shall that radiant scene arise,
When, fix'd on high in purer skies,
Christ all his lustre shall display,
On all his saints through endless day?

128.

P.M.-Christ the Fountain of Life. Zech. xiii. 1.

1 HAIL, everlasting spring!

Celestial fountain, hail!
Thy streams salvation bring,
The waters never fail:
Still they endure,
And still they flow,
For all our wo
A sovereign cure.

2 Blest be his wounded side,
And blest his bleeding heart,

Who all in anguish died
Such favours to impart.

His sacred blood

Shall make us clean
From every sin,

And fit for God.

3 To that dear source of love

Our souls this day would come,

And thither from above,

Lord, call the nations home,
That Jew and Greek,

With rapturous songs
On all their tongues,
Thy praise may speak.

129.

C.M.-Christ the Pearl of great Price. Matt. xiii. 46.
1 YE glittering toys of earth adieu,
A nobler choice be mine;
A real prize attracts my view,
A treasure all divine.
2 Begone, unworthy of my cares,
Ye specious baits of sense,
Inestimable worth appears
The pearl of price immense.
3 Jesus, to multitudes unknown,
O name divinely sweet!
Jesus, in thee, in thee alone,

Wealth, honour, pleasure meet.
4 Should both the Indies at my call,
Their boasted stores resign;
With joy I would renounce them all,
For leave to call thee mine.

5 Should earth's vain treasures all depart, Of this dear gift possest,

I'd clasp it to my joyful heart,
And be for ever blest.

6 Dear Sovereign of my soul's desires,
Thy love is bliss divine;

Accept the wish that love inspires,
And bid me call thee mine.

130.

L.M.-Christ a Corner Stone. 1 Peter ii. 6.

1 LORD, dost thou shew a corner stone
For us to build our hopes upon,
That the fair edifice may rise
Sublime in light beyond the skies?

2 We own the work of sovereign love:
Nor death nor hell those hopes shall move,
Which fix'd on this foundation stand,
Laid by thy own almighty hand.