Jesus, in thee, in thee alone,

Wealth, honor, 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 Sov'reign of my soul's desires,
Thy love is bliss divine;

Accept the praise that grace inspires,
Since I can call thee mine!

116. C. M. Mason.

Pearl of great Price....Matt. xiii. 46.
1 I'VE found the pearl of greatest price;
My heart exults for joy;

And sing I must, a Christ I have-
O what a Christ have I!

2 Christ is my father and my friend,
My brother and my love;

My head, my hope, my counsellor,
My advocate above.

3 My Christ, he is the heaven of heaven;
My Christ what shall I call?.
My Christ is first, my Christ is last,
My Christ is all in all.

Great Physician....Jer. viii. 22.

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

Clothe with thy righteousness, and heal,
And place me at thy feet.

12 From sin, the guilt, the pow'r the pain,
Thou wilt release my soul;
Lord, I believe, and not in vain,
For thou wilt make me whole.

119. C. M. Kent.
Physicians....Mark v. 25-34.

1 YE sin-sick souls, dismiss your fears...
The halt, the lame, the blind;
Come, touch the garment Jesus wears...
Your healing there you'll find.
2 Surrounded with ten thousand cares,
And sad beyond degree;

Yet in this garment Jesus wears,
There's healing still for thee.

3 Come stretch the wither'd hand to-day,
For Christ is passing by;
Your case admits of no delay,
Unless ye touch, ye die.

4 One touch of this celestial robe
Speaks pardon to the soul;
When sins more pond'rous than the globe
Across the conscience roll.

5 Thro' ev'ry crowd to Jesus press
When sin torments the mind;

Peace, pard'ning blood, and righteousness,
In his dear name you'll find.

120. C. M. Anon.

Physician, or the Leper healed....Matt. viii. 2, 3.
1 JESUS, my dreadful leprosy
Oppresses me with grief;

Here at thy feet I prostrate fall
For pity and relief.

2 I am unholy and unclean,
Apply thy grace to me;

For thou art able, if thou wilt,
To heal my leprosy.

3 Compassion moves his tender heart,
And, with a gracious word,

He speaks, "I will,”--and with a touch
The leprous Jew restor❜d.

4 Ye leprous souls, to Jesus come,
With sin, a worse disease:
'Tis he can heal your maladies,
And give your conscience ease.
5 He can, by his Almighty grace,
Heal each poor leprous soul;
Come, guilty, filthy, as you are,
And he will make you whole.
121. C. M. Hoskins.

Pilot, or Saint's Safety in Death....Acts xxvii. 44.
1 NONE that embark at God's command
For heaven, can e'er be lost :

All safe escape to Cauaan's land,
However tempest-toss'd.

2 Tho' winds may blow, and storms arise,
And rocks and sands appear ;
The Saviour to his people flies,
And bids them not to fear.

3 Tho' seeming on destruction's brink
While the dread tempests roar;
However toss'd, they shall not sink,
But safely reach the shore.

4 Tho' neither sun nor stars appear
For many days in sight;

Trust in the Lord, be of good cheer,
And he shall guide you right.

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5 Then let the saints in God confide,
And on his promise rest;

They shall the storms of life outride,
And be for ever blest.

122. 148th. Huntingdon's Col
Pilot....Luke viii. 22.

JESUS, at thy command,
I launch into the deep,
And leave my native land,
Where sin lulls all asleep :
For thee I fain would all resign,
And sail to heaven with thee and thine,

What tho' the seas are broad?
What tho' the waves are strong?
What tho' tempestuous storms
Distress me all along?

Yet what are seas or stormy wind, Compar'd to Christ, the sinner's Friend?] 3 Christ is my pilot wise;

My compass is his word;

My soul each storm defies,
While I have such a Lord!
I trust his faithfulness and pow'r,
To save me in the trying hour.
Tho' rocks and quicksand's deep
Thro' all my passage lie,
Yet Christ shall safely keep,
And guide me with his eye:

How can I sink with such a prop,
That bears the world and all things up!

By faith I see the land,
The port of endless rest;
My soul, thy sails expand,
And fly to Jesu's breast!

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O may I reach the heavenly shore, Where winds and waves distress no more.

Whene'er becalm'd I lie,

And all my storms subside;

Then to my succor fly,

And keep me near thy side:

For more the trech'rous calm I dread,
Than tempests bursting o'er my head.
Come, heavenly wind, and blow
A prosp'rous gale of grace,
To waft me from below,

To heaven, my destin'd place:
Then, in full sail, my port I'll find,
And leave the world and sin behind!

123. 148th. Boden.

Great High Priest....Heb. vii. 25.
OUR great High-Priest we sing,
His dying love adore ;

We hail our rising King
Who lives for evermore.
He only can our wants relieve,
And sinners to the utmost save.
2 Why then indulge despair,
Tho' sunk in deepest guilt?
We hear his voice declare,
For such his blood was spilt:
In his dear hands my soul I leave,
For he can to the utmost save.

3 Believing souls, rejoice!
On Jesu's grace depend;
The objects of his choice,
He loves you to the end:
With holy boldness dare believe,
Your Lord will to the utmost save.