318 S. M. Hardness of heart lamented. THAT I could repent! O that I could believe! Thou, by thy voice, the marble rend, The rock in sunder cleave : Strike, with the hammer of thy word, Grant me my sins to feel, And then the load remove: Wound, and pour in, my wounds to heal, 319 0 The Physician needed. L. M. THOU, whom once they flock'd to hear,Thy words to hear, thy power to feel,— Suffer a sinner to draw near, And graciously receive me still. 2 They that be whole, thyself hast said, No need of a physician have; But I am sick, and want thine aid, And wait thine utmost power to save. 3 Thy power, and truth, and love divine, The same from age to age endure: A word, a gracious word of thine, The most invet'rate plague can cure. 4 Helpless howe'er my spirit lies, And long hath languish'd at the pool: A word of thine shall make it rise, And speak me in a moment whole. 320 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. Desiring conviction. ATHER of lights, from whom proceeds Ah, give me, Lord, I still would say, 321 JEST L. M. Christ, the good Physician. 2 Sinners of old thou didst receive 3 And art thou not the Saviour still, 4 Faith in thy changeless name I have: 322 L. M. The healing power of Christ. THO His tender mercies ever last, And still his healing power is here. 4 That token of thine utmost good, 323 HOW Lord, help my unbelief. sad our state by nature is; Our sin, how deep it stains; And Satan binds our captive souls Fast in his slavish chains. C. M. 2 But there's a voice of sov'reign grace Ho! ye despairing sinners, come, 3 My soul obeys the gracious call, I would believe thy promise, Lord; 4 To the blest fountain of thy blood, Here let me wash my guilty soul 5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, Be thou my strength and righteousness,My Jesus, and my all. 324 M The Day-star from on high. former hopes are fled; My terror now begins: I feel, alas! that I am dead In trespasses and sins. 2 Ah, whither shall I fly? S. M. I hear the thunder roar;- 3 When I review my ways, But, hark! a friendly whisper says,— 4 With trembling hope I see 5 Forerunner of the sun, It marks the pilgrim's way; I'll gaze upon it while I run, And watch the rising day. 325 L. M. The struggling captive. ORD, with a grieved and aching heart, 2 On my sad heart the burden lies; 3 Break, break, O Lord, these tyrant chains, And set the struggling captive free; Redeem from everlasting pains, And bring me safe to heaven and thee. 326 L. M. Balm in Gilead, and a good Physician there. DEW are the wounds we find a cure? EEP are the wounds which sin has made; In vain, alas! is nature's aid; The work exceeds her utmost power. 2 But can no sov'reign balm be found, 3 There is a great Physician near; 4 See, in the Saviour's dying blood, A balm for all thy grief and wo. |