None to check the feet of strangers, And wipe off her deep disgrace? Glorious as she was at first.. 5 Look on Zion, Lord, and save her As their kind and rightful Lord. HYMN 169. (C. M.), Intercession for the Jews. 1 O HOW is Zion's glory gone Hath quench'd her power, and not a stone 2 How are thy streets, Jerusalem, 3 How are thy friendless exiles sent 4 O Lord, look down with pitying eye Upon thine ancient race; And bring thy promis'd mercy nigh, 5 Remove the veil that long hath hid 6 O bring thy scatter'd sheep again, Let Christ o'er all his people reign, 1 YE that through this vale of tears Long in doubt and darkness roam, See what heavenly light appears Beaming to conduct you home. 2 Cast your idols now aside, Earth's vain trifles prize no more; Follow your celestial Guide To a fairer, happier shore. 3 O might that bright day appear, 4 When the happy pilgrim-band, 5 Come, say they, let us unite In a covenant firm and sure, 6 Long expected day, arise, SECTION XII. SICKNESS AND AFFLICTION. HYMN 171. (L. M.) God in wrath remembers mercy.—Lam. iii. 39. 2 Had justice in its even course, Uncheck'd by mercy, dealt the blow, 3 That we should breathe this vital air, That we should tread this verdant earth, Are tokens of a Parent's care, Whose goodness far exceeds our worth. 4 O teach us, Lord, thy hand to own, 5 And when the storms of anguish lower, And make it good for us to mourn. HYMN 172. (6-8's.) "Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth."-Heb. xii. 6. 1 AUTHOR of life, whose sovereign will Each comfort gives, or takes away, Teach me to own thy goodness still, Though clouds obscure life's doubtful day; And, though thou slay me, I will bless Thy name, and trust thy faithfulness. 2 The smart of thy correcting rod Seems hard for our weak frame to bear, But when I trace the hand of God, Why should I murmur or despair? Thy presence mitigates the blow, And lightens every load of woe. 3 Thy love, relieving my distress, Assures me I am still preserv'd By mercy, and endure far less Than my transgressions have deserv'd; And why should sinful dust complain, When Christ has borne severer pain? 4 O Thou, who hast vouchsaf'd to be A sufferer in this vale of tears, With thine own patience strengthen me, Silence my doubts, dispel my fears; And in the way Thyself hast trod, Prepare my soul to meet its God. |