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4 At length this great Physician,
How matchless is his grace,
Accepted my petition,
And undertook my case:
First gave me sight to view him,
For sin my eyes had seal'd,
Then bid me look unto him;
I look'd, and I was heal'd.
5 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.

HYMN LXIII.

HYMN LXIV.

The contrite Heart. Chap. lvii. 15. 1 THE Lord will happiness divine On contrite hearts bestow; Then tell me, gracious God, is mine A contrite heart or no?

2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;

If aught is felt, 'tis only pain,
To find I cannot feel.

3 I sometimes think myself inclined
To love thee if I could,
But often feel another mind,
Averse to all that's good.

4 My best desires are faint and few,
I fain would strive for more;

But when I cry, "My strength renew,” Seem weaker than before.

To the Afflicted, tossed with Tempests, and 5 Thy saints are comforted, I know,

not comforted. Chap. liv. 5-11.

1 PENSIVE, doubting, fearful heart,
Hear what Christ the Saviour says;
Every word should joy impart,
Change thy mourning into praise :
Yes, he speaks, and speaks to thee,
May he help thee to believe!
Then thou presently wilt see
Thou hast little cause to grieve.
2"Fear thou not, nor be asham'd,
All thy sorrows soon shall end:
I who heaven and earth have fram'd,
Am thy husband and thy friend:
I the High and Holy One,
Israel's God, by all ador'd,
As thy Saviour will be known,
Thy Redeemer and thy Lord.
3" For a moment I withdrew,

And thy heart was fill'd with pain;
But my mercies I'll renew,
Thou shalt soon rejoice again:
Though I seem to hide my face,
Very soon my wrath shall cease;
"Tis but for a moment's space,
Ending in eternal peace.

*

4 "When my peaceful bow appears,* Painted on the wat'ry cloud,

"Tis to dissipate thy fears,

Lest the earth should be o'erflow'd:
"Tis an emblem too of grace,
Of my cov'nant-love a sign;

Though the mountains leave their place,
Thou shalt be for ever mine.
5 "Though afflicted, tempest-toss'd,
Comfortless a while thou art,
Do not think thou canst be lost,
Thou art graven on my heart:
All thy wastes I will repair,
Thou shalt be rebuilt anew;
And in thee it shall appear
What a God of love can do."

* Gen. ix. 13, 14.

And love thy house of prayer;
I therefore go where others go,
But find no comfort there.

6 O make this heart rejoice or ache!
Decide this doubt for me;
And if it be not broken, break,
And heal it, if it be.

HYMN LXV.

C.

The future Peace and Glory of the Church,
Chap. lx. 15-20.

1 HEAR what God the Lord hath spoken,
O my people, faint and few,
Comfortless, afflicted, broken,
Fair abodes I build for you;
Themes of heart-felt tribulation
Shall no more perplex your ways;
You shall name your walls Salvation,
And your gates shall all be Praise.

2 There, like streams that feed the garden,
Pleasures without end shall flow;
For the Lord, your faith rewarding,
All his bounty shall bestow:

Still in undisturb'd possession,
Peace and righteousness shall reign;
Never shall feel oppression,
you
Hear the voice of war again.

3 Ye no more your suns descending,
Waning moons no more shall see;
But, your griefs for ever ending,
Find eternal noon in me;

God shall rise, and shining o'er you,
Change to day the gloom of night;
He the Lord shall be your glory,
God your everlasting light.

JEREMIAH.

HYMN LXVI.

C.

Trust of the Wicked and the Righteous compared. Chap. xvii. 5-8.

1 As parched in the barren sands, Beneath a burning sky,

The worthless bramble with'ring stands,

And only grows to die :

2 Such is the sinner's awful case,

Who makes the world his trust,
And dares his confidence to place
In vanity and dust.

3 A secret curse destroys his root,
And dries his moisture up;

He lives a while but bears no fruit,

Then dies without a hope.

4 But happy he whose hopes depend Upon the Lord alone;

The soul that trusts in such a friend

Can ne'er be overthrown.

How frequent my rebellions were!
What wickedness I wrought!

3 Thy merciful restraint I scorn'd,
And left the pleasant road;
Yet turn me, and I shall be turn'd,
Thou art the Lord my God.

4 Is Ephraim banish'd from my thoughts Or vile in my esteem?

No, saith the Lord, with all his faults,
I still remember him.

5 Is he a dear and pleasant child?
Yes, dear and pleasant still;

Though sin his foolish heart begail'd,
And he withstood my will.

5 Though gourds should wither, cisterns 6 My sharp rebuke has laid him low,

break,

And creature-comforts die,

No change his solid hope can shake,

Or stop his sure supply.

6 So thrives and blooms the tree whose roots By constant streams are fed;

Arrayed in green, and rich in fruits,
It rears its branching head.

7 It thrives though rain should be denied,
And drought around prevail;
'Tis planted by a river's side,
Whose waters cannot fail.

HYMN LXVII.

Jehovah-Tsidkenu; or, the Lord our righteousness. Chap. xxiii. 6.

1 My God, how perfect are thy ways! But mine polluted are;

Sin twines itself about my praise,

And slides into my prayer.

2 When I would speak what thou hast done To save me from my sin,

I cannot make thy mercies known,
But self-applause creeps in.

3 Divine desire, that holy flame
Thy grace creates in me,
Alas! impatience is its name,
When it returns to thee.

4 This heart a fountain of vile thoughts,
How does it overflow!

While self upon the surface floats,

Still bubbling from below.

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He seeks my face again; My pity kindles at his woe, He shall not seek in vain.

LAMENTATIONS.

HYMN LXIX.

C

The Lord is my Portion. Chap. iii. 24.

1 FROM pole to pole let others roam,
And search in vain for bliss;
My soul is satisfied at home,
The Lord my portion is.

2 Jesus, who on his glorious throne

Rules heaven, and earth, and sea,
Is pleas'd to claim me for his own,
And give himself to me.

3 His person fixes all my love,
His blood removes my fear;
And while he pleads for me above,
His arm preserves me here.

4 His word of promise is my food,
His Spirit is my guide:
Thus daily is my strength renew'd,
And all my wants supplied.*

5 For him I count as gain each loss,
Disgrace, for him, renown;
Well may I glory in my cross,
While he prepares my crown!

6 Let worldlings then indulge their boast,
How much they gain or spend:
Their joys must soon give up the ghost,
But mine shall know no end.

EZEKIEL.

HYMN LXX.

Humbled and silenced by Mercy.
Chap. xvi. 63.

1 ONCE perishing in blood I lay,
Creatures no help could give;
But Jesus pass'd me in the way,
He saw, and bid me live.

Book III. Hymn lix.

OLNEY HYMNS.

2 Though Satan still his rule maintain'd,
And all his arts employed;
That mighty word his rage restrain'd,
I could not be destroyed.

3 At length the time of love arriv'd,
When I my Lord should know;
Then Satan, of his power depriv'd,
Was forc'd to let me go.

4 O can I e'er that day forget,

When Jesus kindly spoke!

"Poor soul! my blood has paid thy debt,

And now I break thy yoke.

5 "Henceforth I take thee for my own,
And give myself to thee;
Forsake the idols thou hast known,
And yield thyself to me."

6 Ah, worthless heart! it promis'd fair,
And said it would be thine;

I little thought it e'er would dare
Again with idols join.

7 Lord, dost thou such backslidings heal,
And pardon all that's past?

Sure, if I am not made of steel,

Thou hast prevail'd at last.

8 My tongue which rashly spoke before,

This

mercy will restrain;

Surely I now shall boast no more,
Nor censure, nor complain.

HYMN LXXI.

The Covenant. Chap. xxxvi. 25-28.
1 THE Lord proclaims his grace abroad!
Behold I change your hearts of stone;
Each shall renounce his idol-god,
And serve, henceforth, the Lord alone.
2 My grace, a flowing stream, proceeds
To wash your filthiness away;
Ye shall abhor your former deeds,
And learn my statutes to obey.
3 My truth the great design ensures,
I give myself away to you;
You shall be mine, I will be yours,
Your God unalterably true.

4 Yet not unsought, or unimplor'd,
The plenteous grace shall I confer;*
No your whole heart shall seek the Lord,
I'll put a praying spirit there.

5 From the first breath of life divine,
Down to the last expiring hour,
The gracious work shall all be mine,
Begun and ended in my power.

HYMN LXXII.

C.

Jehovah-Shammah; or, the Lord is there.
Chap. xlviii. 35.

1 "As birds their infant brood protect,t
And spread their wings to shelter them,"
Thus saith the Lord to his elect,
"Thus will I guard Jerusalem."

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12 And what then is Jerusalem,

LBOOK I.

This darling object of his care?
Where is its worth in God's esteem?
Who built it? who inhabits there!

3 Jehovah founded it in blood,

The blood of his incarnate Son;
There dwell the saints, once foes to God,
The sinners whom he calls his own.
4 There, though besieg'd on every side,
Yet much belov'd and guarded well,
From age to age they have defied
The utmost force of earth and hell.
5 Let earth repent, and hell despair,
This city has a sure defence;
Her name is call'd, The Lord is there,
And who has power to drive him thence?

DANIEL.

HYMN LXXIII.

The Power and Triumph of Faith.
Chap. iii. 6.

1 SUPPORTED by the word,
Though in himself a worm,
The servant of the Lord

Can wondrous acts perform:
Without dismay he boldly treads
Where'er the path of duty leads.
2 The haughty king in vain,
With fury on his brow,
Believers would constrain
To golden gods to bow;

The furnace could not make them fear,
Because they knew the Lord was near.
3 As vain was the decree

Which charg'd them not to pray;
Daniel still bow'd his knee,
And worshipp'd thrice a-day:
Trusting in God, he fear'd not men,
Though threaten'd with the lions' den.

4 Secure they might refuse
Compliance with such laws;
For what had they to lose,
When God espous'd their cause?
He made the hungry lions crouch,
Nor durst the fire his children touch.

5 The Lord is still the same,
A mighty shield and tower,
And they who trust his name
Are guarded by his power;
He can the rage of lions tame,

C.

And bear them harmless through the flame..

6 Yet we too often shrink
When trials are in view;
Expecting we must sink,
And never can get through:
But could we once believe indeed,
From all these fears we should be freed.

HYMN LXXIV.

Belshazzar. Chap. v. 5, 6.

1 POOR sinners! little do they think
With whom they have to do!
But stand securely on the brink
Of everlasting woe.

2 Belshazzar thus, profanely bold,
The Lord of hosts defied;

But vengeance soon his boasts control'd,
And humbled all his pride.

3 He saw a hand upon the wall,

(And trembled on his throne)

Which wrote his sudden dreadful fall

In characters unknown.

4 Why should he tremble at the view
Of what he could not read?
Foreboding conscience quickly knew
His ruin was decreed.

5 See him o'erwhelm'd with deep distress! His eyes with anguish roll;

His looks and loosen'd joints express
The terrors of his soul.

6 His pomp and music, guests and wine,
No more delight afford;

O sinner! ere this case be thine,
Begin to seek the Lord.

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7 The law, like this hand-writing stands,
And speaks the wrath of God ;*
But Jesus answers its demands,
And cancels it with blood.

JONAH.

HYMN LXXV.

The Gourd. Chap. iv. 7.

1 As once for Jonah, so the Lord,
To soothe and cheer my mournful hours,
Prepar'd for me a pleasing gourd :
Cool was its shade, and sweet its flowers.
2 To prize his gift was surely right;
But through the folly of my heart,
It hid the giver from my sight,
And soon my joy was turn'd to smart.
3 While I admir'd its beauteous form,
Its pleasant shade and grateful fruit,
The Lord displeas'd sent forth a worm
Unseen to prey upon the root.

4 I trembled when I saw it fade,
But guilt restrain'd the murm'ring word;
My folly I confess'd and pray'd,
Forgive my sin, and spare my gourd.
5 His wondrous love can ne'er be told:
He heard me, and reliev'd my pain;
His word the threatening worm control'd,
And bid my gourd revive again.

6 Now, Lord, my gourd is mine no more, 'Tis thine, who only could'st it raise; The idol of my heart before, Henceforth shall flourish to thy praise.

* Co. ii. 14

ZECHARIAH.

HYMN LXXVI.

Prayer for the Lord's promised Presence.
Chap. ii. 10.

1 Son of God, thy people shield!
Must we still thine absence mourn?
Let thy promise be fulfill'd,
Thou hast said, "I will return."
2 Gracious Leader, now appear!
Shine upon us with thy light!
Like the spring, when thou art near,
Days and suns are doubly bright.
3 As a mother counts the days
Till her absent son she see,

Longs and watches, weeps and prays,
So our spirits long for thee.

4 Come, and let us feel thee nigh,
Then thy sheep shall feed in peace,
Plenty bless us from on high,
Evil from amongst us cease.

5 With thy love, and voice, and aid,
Thou canst every care assuage;
Then we shall not be afraid
Though the world and Satan rage.
6 Thus each day for thee we 'll spend,
While our callings we pursue,
And the thoughts of such a friend,
Shall each night our joy renew.

7 Let thy light be ne'er withdrawn;
Golden days afford us long;
Thus we pray at early dawn,
This shall be our evening song.

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HYMN LXXIX.

Praise for the Fountain opened.

1 THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins;
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, as vile as he,
Wash'd all my sins away.

3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd to sin no more.

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

I'll sing thy power to save;

When this poor lisping stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave.

6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepar'd
(Unworthy though I be)

All offences for his sake shall be forgiven."7
4 Angels with their eyes pursued him,†
When he left his glorious throne;
With astonishment they viewed him
Put the form of servant on:
Angels worshipp'd him who was on earth un-

5 Satan and his host amazed,

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For me a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me!

"Tis strung, and tuned, for endless years,
And form'd by power divine;

To sound in God the Father's ears
No other name but thine.

MALACHI.

HYMN LXXX.

They shall be mine, saith the Lord.
Chap. iii. 16-18.

1 WHEN sinners utter boasting words,
And glory in their shame;
The Lord, well pleas'd, an ear affords
To those who fear his name.

May this Saviour be to all our hearts re- 2

7 With desire and admiration,

They often meet to seek his face,
And what they do, or say,

Is noted in his book of grace

Against another day,

For they by faith a day descry,

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His jewels will collect:

A poor and suffering few;

He comes to claim them for his own,
And bring them forth to view.

5 With transport then their Saviour's care
And favour they shall prove;
As tender parents guard and spare
The children of their love.

6 Assembled worlds will then discern
The saints alone are blest;
When wrath shall like an oven burn.
And vengeance strike the rest.

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