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5 Vindictive Justice stood in view, To Sinai's fiery mount I flew; But Justice cried, with frowning face, "This mountain is no hiding-place." 6 But lo! a heavenly voice I heard! And mercy's angel soon appear'd; Who led me on, a pleasing pace, To Jesus Christ, my hiding-place. 7 On him Almighty vengeance fell, Which must have sunk a world to hell; He bore it for his chosen race, And now he is my hiding-place.

Brewer.

60. The Star of Bethlehem. L. M. 1 When marshall'd on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky; One star alone, of all the train,

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.
2 Hark, hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks,
It is the Star of Bethlehem.

3 Once on the raging seas I rode,

The storm was loud—the night was dark; The ocean yawn'd—and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my foundering bark.

4 Deep horror then my vitals froze,
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem;
When suddenly a star arose―

It was the Star of Bethlehem!

5 It was my guide, my light, my all,

It bade my dark forebodings cease; And, through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace.

6 Now, safely moor'd-my perils o'erI'll sing, first in night's diadem,

For ever, and for evermore,

The Star-the Star of Bethlehem!

Henry Kirke White.

61. Physician of Souls. L. M.

1 Deep are the wounds which sin has made, 'Where shall the sinner find a cure? In vain, alas, is nature's aid—

The work exceeds all nature's pow'r. 2 And can no sov'reign balm be found? And is no kind physician nigh, To ease the pain and heal the wound, Ere life and hope for ever fly? 3 There is a great Physician near, Look up, O fainting soul, and live; See, in his heav'nly smiles appear Such ease as nature cannot give!

4 See, in the Saviour's dying blood,

Life, health, and bliss, abundant flow! 'Tis only this dear sacred flood

Can ease thy pain and heal thy wo. Steele.

62. Christ a Refuge from the Storm. 7's.

1 Jesus, lover of my soul!

Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last!

2 Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stay'd;
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing.

3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind.

Just and holy is thy name,
I am all unrighteousness;
Vile and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.

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Wesley.

63. Christ our Shepherd. S. M. 1 The Lord my shepherd is, I shall be well supplied: Since he is mine, and I am his, What can I want beside?

2 He leads me to the place, Where heav'nly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows.

3 If e'er I go astray,

He doth my soul reclaim;

And guides me in his own right way,

For his most holy name.

4 While he affords his aid,

I cannot yield to fear!

Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade,

My Shepherd's with me there.

64. Christ the best Friend. 8, 1 One there is, above all others,

7.

Well deserves the name of Friend;
His is love beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end!

Watts.

2 Which of all our friends, to save us,

Could, or would, have shed his blood? But our Jesus died to have us

Reconcil'd, in him, to God.

3 When he liv'd on earth abased,
Friend of sinners was his name;

Now, above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same:

4 O for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
We, alas! forget too often

What a Friend we have above. Newton.

65. Bartimeus. 8, 7.

1 "Mercy, O thou Son of David!" Thus blind Bartimeus pray'd; "Others by thy word are saved,

"Now to me afford thine aid."

2 Many for his crying chid him, But he call'd the louder still; Till the gracious Saviour bid him, Come, and ask me what you will."

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3 Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging used to live;
But he ask'd, and Jesus granted,
Alms which none but he could give:

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