Recline thy hope on him alone, Whose pow'r and love forbid despair. [5 Teach my weak heart, O gracious Lord, With stronger faith to call thee mine; Bid me pronounce the blissful word, My Father, God, with joy divine.]
55. L. M. Anon.
All in all....Col. iii. 11.
'N Christ, I've all my soul's desire ;
His Spirit does my heart inspire
With boundless wishes large and high,
And Christ will all my wants supply.
2 Christ is my hope, my strength, and guide;
For me he bled, and groan'd, and dy'd :
He is my sun, to give me light,
He is my soul's supreme delight.
3 Christ is the source of all my bliss,
My wisdom, and my righteousness-
My Saviour, Brother, and my Friend;
On him alone I now depend.
4 Christ is my King to rule and bless,
And all my troubles to redress;
He's my salvation and my all,
Whate'er on earth shall me befall.
5 Christ is my strength and portion too,
My soul in him can all things do ;
Thro' him I'll triumph o'er the grave,
And death and hell my soul outbrave.
56. C. M. Toplady.
All in all....Luke x. 42.
OMPAR'D with Christ, in all beside,
No comeliness I see;
The one thing needful, dearest Lord,
Is to be one with thee.
2 The sense of thy expiring love,
Into my soul convey;
Thyself bestow, for thee alone,
My all in all I pray.
3 Less than thyself will not suffice,
My comfort to restore ;
More than thyself I cannot crave,
Nor canst thou give me more.
4 Lov'd of my God, for him again
With love intense I burn ;
Chosen of thee, ere time began,
I choose thee in return.
5 Whate'er consists not with thy will,
O teach me to resign;
I'm rich to all th' intents of bliss,
Since thou, O God, art mine.
57. C. M. Humphrys' Col.
All in all....Col. iii. 11.
HRIST, as our great physician, heals
Our maladies within;
Relieves the pangs the conscience feels,
From recollected sin.
2 He sees our many pressing wants
With a propitious eye;
And from his own abundance grants
A free and rich supply.
3 He sympathises with our grief;
He lends a gracious ear
To all our groans; and gives relief,
Whate'er we feel or fear.
4 'Tis he subdues our num'rous foes,
And blasts their vile intent ;
And he will always interpose
Our ruin to prevent.
[5 He manages our mean affairs,
From his high throne above;
And sooths our sorrows and our cares
With his endearing love.]
6 My soul, with sacred rapture, saith,
When Jesus is in view,
This is the object of my faith,
And this its author too.
7 Angels his name with joy confess,
And low before him fall;
Then what can sinners here do less,
Than own him all in all?
58. L. M. Scott.
Balm of Gilead....Jer. viii. 22.
HY droops my soul with grief opprest?
Why these wild tumults in my breast?
Is there no balm to heal my wound?·
No kind Physician to be found?
[2 Yes, in the gospel's faithful lines,
Jehovah's boundless mercy shines;
There drest in love the Saviour stands,
With pitying heart, and wooing hands !]
3 Raise to the cross thy weeping eyes;
Behold the Prince of glory dies;
He dies, extended on the tree,
Thence sheds a sov'reign balm for me.
4 Dear Saviour, at thy feet I lie,
Here to receive a cure or die!
But grace forbids that painful fear-
Infinite grace, which triumphs here!
5 Dear Lord, extract the poison'd dart,
Bind up and heal my broken heart;
With blooming health my face adorn,
And change my gloomy night to morn.
6 Expand my soul! with holy joy;
Hosannas be thy blest employ;
Salvation thy eternal theme,
And swell the song with Jesu's name.
59. C. M. Needham.
Brazen Serpent.... Num. xxi. 3. 9...John iii. 14.
Israel's sons, a murm'ring race, Despis'd their heav'nly bread,
God bade his fi'ry serpents fly,
To strike the rebels dead.
2 Swift like an arrow thro' the air
The baleful reptiles fly;
The rebels feel the deadly wound,
And groan, and gasp, and die.
3 A part still live; but O, what looks!
What agonizing pain!
The fatal darts stick fast within,
And human help is vain.
4 Now Moses feels his Israel's griefs,
To God for them he prays;
A brazen serpent he's to make,
And on a pole to raise.
5 How strange the means! but in his hand
The remedy how sure!
Not one that view'd the healing brass
But found immediate cure!
6 Thus Jesus on the sacred cross
Is lifted up on high;
Sinners, now look to him by faith,
And you shall never die.
60. S. M. Hoskins. Bread of Life....John vi. 51.
BEHOLD the gift of God!
Sinners, adore his name,
Who shed for us his precious blood-
Who bore our curse and shame.
2 Behold the living bread
Which Jesus came to give,
By dying in the sinner's stead,
That he might ever live.
3 Behold the Saviour's love,
Who gives his flesh to eat;
Never did angels taste above
Provison half so sweet.
4 The Lord delights to give ;
He knows you've nought to buy ;
To Jesus haste; this bread receive,
And you shall never die.
61. L. M. Medley.
Breaker....Micah ii. xiii.
ING the dear Saviour's glorious fame,
Sweet name! and it becomes him well,
Who breaks down sin, guilt, death and hell.
2 A mighty Breaker sure is he ;
He broke my chains and set me free ;
A gracious Breaker to my soul;
He breaks, and O, he makes me whole!
3 He breaks thro' ev'ry gloomy cloud,
Which can my soul with darkness shroud;
He breaks the bars of ev'ry snare,
Which hellish foes for me prepare :
4 He breaks the gates of harden'd brass,
To bring his faithful word to pass ;
And tho' with pond'rous iron barr'd,
The Breaker's love they can't retard.
5 Great Breaker, O, thy love impart
Daily to break my stony heart;
O, break it, Lord, and enter in,
And break, O, break the pow'r of sin.
62. L. M. Faucett.
Bridegroom....Isaiah fiv. 5.
ESUS, the heav'nly Bridegroom, gave
His life my wretched soul to save:
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