418.

A Look upwards in Depression of Mind.

II. 5.

TAKE courage, O my soul! this life which

seems

To thee, while suffering, wearisomely long,
Would, if thy faith were vigorous and strong,
Full oft be gladdened by celestial gleams.
On that fair city, where the sun's bright beams
Are needed never, and the white-robed throng
Pour forth their hallowed ecstasies in song,
To gaze with steadier vision thee beseems.
On "things not seen," thou'rt bid to fix thine
eye;

To feel a stranger and a pilgrim here;

Of small account life's transient griefs appear, When Faith unfolds heaven's joys, and brings them nigh;

Then bright and blest each hour of Time would be,

Fraught with the glories of Eternity.

II. IN SICKNESS.

419.

JESUS, and didst Thou condescend,
When veiled in human clay;
To heal the sick, the lame, the blind,
And drive disease away?

2 Didst Thou regard the beggar's cry,
And give the blind to see?

Jesus, Thou Son of David, hear-
Have mercy too on me.

C. M.

3 And didst Thou pity mortal woe,
And sight and health restore ?
Then pity Lord and save my soul,
Which needs Thy mercy more.

4 Didst Thou regard Thy servant's cry,
When sinking in the wave?

I perish, Lord-oh! save my soul,
For thou alone canst save.

420.

YENTLY, gently lay Thy rod
On my sinful head, O God!
Stay Thy wrath, in mercy stay,
Lest I sink beneath its sway.

2 Heal me, for my flesh is weak,
Hear me, for Thy grace I seek;
This my only plea I make-
Heal me for Thy mercy's sake.

BRADLEY.

3 Who, within the silent grave,
Shall proclaim Thy power to save?
Lord my sinking soul reprieve;
Speak, and I shall rise and live.

4 Lo! He comes-He heeds my plea,
Lo! He comes-the shadows flee;
Glory round me dawns once more;
Rise, my spirit, and adore.

421.

how soft that bed must be,

Made in sickness, Lord, by Thee; And that rest, how calm, how sweet, Where Jesus and the sufferer meet.

III. 1.

LYTE.

III. 1.

2 It was the good Physician now,
Soothed thy cheek and chafed thy brow,
Whispering, as He raised thy head-
"It is I, be not afraid.”

3 God of glory, God of grace,

Hear from heaven, Thy dwelling-place;
Hear in mercy and forgive,

Bid Thy child believe and live.

4 Bless me and I shall be blest,
Soothe me and I shall have rest;
Fix my heart, my hopes above;
Love me, Lord, for Thou art love.

"I thought on my ways, and turned my feet unto Thy testimonies." -PSALM 119:59.

OT willingly dost thou afflict,

And grieve the souls Thy hand has made; Now, called by suffering to reflect,

O God! I seek Thy pitying aid.

2 I feel that I have gone astray,

Have left the path Thy word commends; I see that I have lost my way—

But still that word sweet comfort lends.

3 It tells me if I seek a guide,

That guide will come to lead me back; It tells me strength shall be supplied,

To reach once more the heavenward track.

4 My treacherous heart its God forgot,
The flame of love grew cold and dim,
But yet that God, forsaking not,
Now gives me time to think of Him.

5 He now invites me to return,

He deigns to teach me from above; Lord, all Thou teachest I would learn, With shame, and gratitude, and love.

"I, the Lord, scarch the heart; I try the reins."-JER. 17: 10.

0

GOD! what am I in Thy sight?

Thou, only Thou, canst read aright
The characters within;

No fellow-mortal has their clue-
No human scrutiny can view
The ravages of sin.

2 Till Thy light shone I never knew
How fearful was my heart to view,
Disordered, false, impure;

I fondly fancied it was good,
Nor that high standard understood,
Whose test it must endure.

It once seemed sweet man's praise to hear;
Now, it falls coldly on my ear;

What is its worth for me?
Mistaken, partial, at the best,
Is all the approving love expressed;
None, none my heart can see!

4 And I am passing swiftly on
To that tribunal where alone
The estimate is just;

Where into judgment God will bring
Each hidden thought, each secret thing,
And lay me in the dust.

5 Searcher of hearts! before thine eye,
Though all my sins uncovered lie,
Sins more than I can count;
Yet one pure drop of precious blood,
Shed by the atoning Lamb of God,
Cancels their whole amount.

6 On me that blood be sprinkled now!
Wash me and make me white as snow,
Thou Lamb for sinners slain !

That blood which our lost world redeemed,
(A ransom adequate esteemed,)
Can never plead in vain.

"I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee, saith the Lord."-JER. 30:17.

TELL

ELL me of that great Physician,
Will he undertake

my cure?

Will he freely grant admission
To an applicant so poor?
None but Jesus

Could to such, relief insure.

2 I have not one plea to proffer,
Why such grace I should partake-
No inducement can I offer-
No requital can I make;

None but Jesus

Heals for His own mercy's sake.

3 Yet I know that He has granted
Cures to thousands such as I;
Given them freely all they wanted,
Without money let them buy:
None but Jesus

Every want could thus supply.

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