79 3 O God, made manifest in flesh, O great Physician, Thou hast cleansed 4 The Gentile Captain comes in faith; Far off as Man, but near as God, 5 Fever and plague serve in Thy camp, And when to Health Thou sayest, "Come," 6 Stretch forth Thy hand, and heal us, Lord, From sickness and from taint of sin O Cleanse us, and make us whole. C. Wordsworth. "If Thou wilt, Thou canst make me clean.” IOS. LORD of health and life, what tongue can tell 2 O! wash our hearts, restore the contrite soul, 5 Then grant us strength to pray "Thy kingdom come," When we shall know Thee in Thy Father's home, And at Thy great Epiphany adore The co-eternal Godhead evermore. Greville Phillimore. "He that believeth in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live." 80 O C. M. FOR a thousand tongues to sing 2 My gracious Master, and my God, To spread through all the earth abroad 3 Jesus! the Name that charms our fears, 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 4 He breaks the power of cancelled sin, His blood can make the foulest clean, 5 He speaks, and listening to His voice, 6 Look unto Him, ye nations; own Your God, ye fallen race: Look, and be saved through faith alone, Be justified by grace. Charles Wesley. "The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer." 81 L. M. 6 lines. HOU hidden Source of calm repose! TH Thou all-sufficient Love divine! My help and refuge from my foes, Secure I am, for Thou art mine. Thou art my fortress, strength, and tower, 2 Jesus, my All in all Thou art, My rest in toil, my ease in pain; 3 In want, my plentiful supply; My refuge in temptation's hour; Charles Wesley. "Look mercifully upon our weakness, and stretch forth the right hand of Thy majesty for our protection and help." 82 F L. M. 6 lines. ORTH from the dark and stormy sky, 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain; Reginald Heber. "I will also give Thee for a light to the Gentiles, that Thou my salvation unto the end of the earth." 83 mayest be FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. "Then he arose and rebuked the wind and the sea: and there was a great calm." 84 85 F1 S. M. IERCE raged the storm of wind, Failed Thy disciples' hearts with fear, 2 But at the stern rebuke Of Thy Almighty word, The wind was hushed, the billows ceased, 3 So, now, when depths of sin 5 And, when amid the signs, Which speak Thine Advent near, 6 May we all undismayed Thy raging tempest see, Lift up our heads and hail with joy 7 All praise to Thee, of old By sign and wonder known; All praise to Thee, to be revealed F "Lord, save us: we perish." 8s, 85, 85, 35. Hyde W. Beadon. IERCE raged the tempest o'er the deep, But Thou wast wrapt in guileless sleep, Calm and still. 86 2 "Save, Lord, we perish,"-was their cry, Thy word above the storm rose high, 3 The wild winds hushed; the angry deep 4 So, when our life is clouded o'er, "Peace, be still." Godfrey Thring. "Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith?" WH 12S & IIS. HILE Thou, O my God, art my Help and Defender, 2 Yes; Thou art my Refuge in sorrow and danger; 3 To Thee, dearest Lord, will I turn without ceasing; 4 And when Thou demandest the life Thou hast given, 87 W. Young. "The powers that be are ordained of God." SH C. M. HINE on our land, Jehovah, shine, Reveal Thy power through all our coasts, |