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. 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, 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, 2 Other refuge have I none; With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name, Thou art full of truth and grace. 2 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; 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, Now, above all glory raised, 4 O for grace our hearts to soften! 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." 3 Money was not what he wanted, |