Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life be past,
Safe into the haven guide,
Oh, receive my soul at last!
2 Other refuge have I none,
Lo! I, helpless, hang on thee:
Leave, oh, leave me not alone,
Lest I basely shrink and flee:
Thou art all my trust and aid,
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;
Boundless love 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
4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee:
Reign, O Lord, within my heart.
Reign to all eternity.
EEP 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 Sin, like a raging fever, reigns
With fatal strength in ev'ry part;
The dire contagion fills the veins,
And spreads its poison to the heart.
3 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?
4. 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!
5 See, in the Savior's dying blood,
Life, health, and bliss, abundant flow;
'Tis only this dear sacred flood
Can ease thy pain and heal thy woe.
Christ the great Physician.
OW lost was my condition,
Till JESUS made me whole!
There is but one physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul!—
The worst of all diseases
Is light, compared with sin;
On ev'ry part it seizes,
But rages most within.
2 From men great skill professing
I thought a cure to gain;
But this prov'd more distressing,
And added to my pain-
Some said that nothing ail'd me,
Some gave
ve me up for lost,
Thus ev'ry refuge fail'd me,
And all my hopes were cross'd
3 At length this great Physician-
How matchless is his grace!
Accepted my petition,
And undertook my case-
Next door to death he found me,
And snatch'd me from the grave,
To tell to all around me,
His wondrous power to save.
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4 A dying, risen Jesus,
Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from danger frees us,
And saves the soul from death-
Come then to this Physician,
His help he'll freely give;
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis only-look-and live.
Types of Christ.
ISRAEL, in ancient days,
Not only had a view
Of Sinai in a blaze,
But learn'd the gospel too:
The types and figures were a glass,
In which they saw the Savior's face,
The paschal sacrifice,
The blood-besprinkled door,
Seen with enlighten'd eyes,
And once applied with pow'r,
Would teach the need of other blood,
To reconcile an angry God.
The lamb, the dove, set forth
His perfect innocence,
Whose blood of matchless worth
Should be the soul's defence;
For he who can for sin atone
Must have no failings of his own.
The scape-goat on his head
The people's trespass bore,
And to the desert led,
Was to be seen no more;
In him our sur'ty seem'd to say,
"Behold I bear your sins away."
Dipt in his fellow's blood,
The living bird went free:
The type, well understood,
Express'd the sinner's plea-
Describ'd the guilty soul enlarg'd,
And by the Savior's death discharg'd
6 Jesus, I love to trace
Throughout the sacred page,
The footsteps of thy grace,
The same in ev'ry age!
O grant that I may faithful be
To clearer light vouchsaf'd to me!
Christ the Paschal Lamb.
PASCHAL Lamb, by God appointed,
our sins on thee were laid:
By almighty love anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made.
Adam's sons are now forgiven,
Through the virtue of thy blood!
Open'd is the gate of heaven-
Peace is made 'twixt man and God.
2 Jesus, hail, enthron'd in glory,
There for ever to abide;
All the heavenly hosts adore thee,
Seated at thy Father's side.
There for sinners thou art pleading-
There thou dost our place prepare;
Ever for us interceding,
Till in glory we appear.
3 Glory, honor, pow'r, and blessing
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.
When we join th' angelic spirits,
In their sweetest, noblest lays,
We will sing our Savior's merits-
Gladly chant Immanuel's praise.
HOLY SPIRIT.
The operations of the Holy Spirit.
TERNAL Spirit! we confess
And sing the wonders of thy grace:
Thy pow'r conveys our blessings down
From God the Father and the Son.
2 Enlighten'd by thy heav'nly ray,
Our shades and darkness turn to day:
Thine inward teachings make us know
Our danger and our refuge too.
3 Thy glorious power works within,
And breaks the chains of reigning sin,
Doth our imperious lusts subdue,
And forms our wretched hearts anew.
4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice,
Thy cheering words awake our joys;
Thy words allay the stormy wind,
And calm the surges of the mind.
COME, gracious Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With light and comfort from above,
Be thou our guardian, thou our guide;
O'er ev'ry thought and step preside.
2 Conduct us safe, conduct us far
From ev'ry sin and hurtful snare:
Lead to thy word, that rules must give,
And teach us lessons how to live.
3 The light of truth to us display,
That we may know and love thy way;
Plant holy fear in ev'ry heart,
That we from thee may ne'er depart.
4 Lead us to righteousness, the road
That we must take, to dwell with God;
Lead us to heav'n, the scat of bliss,
Where pleasure in perfection is.
Breathing after the Holy Spirit.
COME, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs,
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 See, how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys!
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