See, in his heav'nly smiles, appear Such ease as nature cannot give! 5 See, in the Saviour's dying blood, Life, health, and bliss abundant flow! 'Tis only this dear, sacred flood Can ease thy pain and heal thy woe.

JE

118. C. M. Beck's Col.

Physician....Matt. iv. 24.

ESUS, since thou are still to-day,
As yesterday the same;

Present to heal, in me display
The virtue of thy name.

2 Since thou delightest still to do
Thy needy creatures good,
On me, that I thy praise may shew,
Be all thy wonders shew'd.

Leper....Mark i. 40, 41.

8 Now, Lord, to whom for help I call,
Thy miracles repeat!

With pitying eye, behold me fall,
A leper at thy feet.

4 Loathsome and vile, and self-abhorr'd,
I sink beneath my sin;

But, if thou wilt, a gracious word
Of thine can make me clean.

Deaf and dumb....Mark vii. 37.

5 Thou seest me deaf to thy commands,
Open, O Lord, mine ear;

Bid me stretch out my wither'd hands
To thee in humble pray'r.

6 Silent, alas! thou know'st how long
My voice I cannot raise;

But, O, when thou shalt loose my tongue,
The dumb shall sing thy praise.

Lame....John v. 2-4

7 Lame, at the pool I still am seen,
Waiting to find relief;

While many others venture in,
And wash away their grief.

8 Now speak my mind, my conscience sound,
And then my strength employ;
Like as the hart, my soul shall bound-
The lame shall leap for joy.

Blind....Matt. xx. 30-34.

9 If thou, my God, art passing by,
O let me find thee near;
Jesus, in mercy hear my cry,
"Thou Son of David, hear."

10 See, I am waiting in thy way,
For thee, the heav'nly light;
Command me to be brought, and say,
"Sinner, receive thy sight."

Possessed....Luke viii. 35, 36.

11 Cast out thy foes, and let them still
To thy great name submit ;
Clothe with thy righteousness, and heal,
And place me at thy feet.

12 From sin, the guilt, the pow'r, the pain,
Thou wilt release my soul;

Lord, I believe, and not in vain,
For thou wilt make me whole.

119. C. M. Kent. Physicians....Mark v. 25-34.

1 YE sin-sick souls, dismiss your fears

The halt, the lame, the blind :

Come, touch the garment Jesus wears→→→
Your healing there you'll find.

2 Surrounded with ten thousand cares,
And sad beyond degree:

Yet in this garment Jesus wears,
There's healing still for thee.

3 Come stretch the wither'd hand to day,
For Christ is passing by;
Your case admits of no delay,
Unless ye touch, ye die.

One touch of this celestial robe
Speaks pardon to the soul;

When sins more pond'rous than the globe
Across the conscience roll.
5 Thro' ev'ry crowd to Jesus press
When sin torments the mind;
Peace, pard'ning blood, and righteousness,
In his dear name you'll find.

120. C. M. Anon.

Physician, or the Leper healed....Matt. viii. 2, 3.
ESUS, my dreadful leprosy
Oppresses me with grief;

1

JES

Here at thy feet I prostrate fall
For pity and relief.

2 I am unholy and unclean,
Apply thy grace to me ;
For thou art able, if thou wilt,
To heal my leprosy.

3 Compassion moves his tender heart,
And, with a gracious word,

He speaks, "I will," and with a touch
The leprous Jew restor❜d.

4 Ye leprous souls, to Jesus come,
With sin, a worse disease:
'Tis he can heal your maladies,

And give your conscience ease.
5 He can, by his Almighty grace,
Heal each poor leprous soul;
Come, guilty, filthy, as you are,
And he will make you whole.

121. C. M. Hoskins.

Pilot, or Saint's Safety in Death....Acts xxvii. 44. ONE that embark at God's command

1 NONE

For heav'n can e'er be lost:

All safe escape to Canaan's land,
However tempest-toss'd.

2 Tho' winds may blow, and storms arise,
And rocks and sands appear ;
The Saviour to his people flies,
And bids them not to fear.

3 Tho' seeming on destruction's brink
While the dread tempests roar;
However toss'd, they shall not sink,
But safely reach the shore,

4 Tho' neither sun nor stars appear
For many days in sight;

Trust in the Lord, be of good cheer,
And he shall guide you right.

3 Then let the saints in God confide,
And on his promise rest;

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They shall the storms of life outride,
And be forever blest.

122. 148th. Huntingdon's Col.
Pilot....Luke viii. 22.
ESUS, at thy command,
I launch into the deep,
And leave my native land,
Where sin lulls all asleep:

JE

For thee I fain would all resign,

And sail to Heav'n with thee and thine.

What tho' the seas are broad?

What tho' the waves are strong?

What tho' tempestuous storms

Distress me all along?

Yet what are seas or stormy wind,
Compar❜d to Christ, the sinner's friend?]

L

Christ is my pilot wise;
My compass is his word;
My soul each storm defies,
While I have such a Lord!
I trust his faithfulness and pow'r,
To save me in the trying hour.
Tho' rocks and quicksands deep
Thro' all my passage lie,
Yet Christ shall safely keep,
And guide me with his eye:
How can I sink with such a prop,
That bears the world and all things up!

By faith I see the land,

The port of endless rest;
My soul, thy sails expand,
And fly to Jesu's breast!

O may I reach the heav'nly shore,
Where winds and waves distress no more!

Whene'er becalm'd I lie,

And all my storms subside;

Then to my succor fly,

And keep me near thy side:

For more the treach'rous calm I dread,
Than tempests bursting o'er my head.

Come, heav'nly wind, and blow
A prosp❜rous gale of grace,

To waft me from below,

To heav'n, my destin'd place :
Then, in full sail, my port I'll find,
And leave the world and sin behind!

123. 148th. Boden.

Great High-Priest....Heb. vii. 25.
OUR great High-Priest we sing,

His dying love adore ;

We hail our rising king

Who lives for evermore.

He only can our wants relieve,
And sinners to the utmost save.