'Tis his love his people raises Over self to reign as kings;
And, as priests, his solemn praises Each for a thank-off'ring brings.
5 Saviour, if of Zion city
I thro' grace a member am, Let the world deride or pity, I will glory in thy name: Fading is the worldling's pleasure, All his boasted pomp and show; Solid joys, and lasting treasure, None but Zion's children know.
LXI.-Look unto me, and be Chap. xlv. 22.
1 As the serpent rais'd by Moses* Heal'd the burning serpent's bite;
Jesus thus himself discloses
To the wounded sinner's sight: Hear his gracious invitation,
I have life and peace to give, I have wrought out full salvation; Sinner, look to me, and live. 2' Pore upon your sins no longer, Well I know their mighty guilt; But my love than death is stronger, I my blood have freely spilt. Tho' your heart has long been harden'd, Look on me,-it soft shall grow; Past transgressions shall be pardon'd, And I'll wash you white as snow. 3 I have seen what you were doing, Though you little thought of me You were madly bent on ruin, But I said,-It shall not be:
You had been for ever wretched,
Had I not espous'd your part; Now behold my arms outstretched To receive you to my heart.
4 Well may shame, and joy, and wonder, All your inward passions move: I could crush thee with my thunder, But I speak to thee in love: See! your sins are all forgiven,
I have paid the countless sum! Now my death has open'd heaven, Thither you shall shortly come.' 5 Dearest Saviour, we adore thee For thy precious life and death; Melt each stubborn heart before thee, Give us all the eye of faith; From the law's condemning sentence, To thy mercy we appeal;
Thou alone canst give repentance, Thou alone our souls canst heal.
LXII. The good Physician.
1 How lost was my condition, Till Jesus made me whole! There is but one Physician Can cure a sin-sick soul! 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.
2 The worst of all diseases Is light, compar'd with sin; On ev'ry part it seizes, But rages most within: 'Tis palsy, plague, and fever, And madness all combin'd;
And none but a believer
The least relief can find.
3 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 me up for lost; Thus ev'ry refuge fail'd me,
And all my hopes were cross'd. 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.'
LXIII. To the Afflicted, tossed with Tempests, and not comforted. Chap. liv. 5-11.
1 PENSIVE, doubting, fearful heart,
Hear what Christ the Saviour says; Ev'ry 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 heav'n 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; Tho' the mountains leave their place, Thou shalt be for ever mine.
5 "Tho' afflicted, tempest-toss'd, Comfortless awhile 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."
LXIV. C. 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 ought is felt, 'tis only pain, To find I cannot feel.
s I sometimes think myself inclin'd 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.
5 Thy saints are comforted, I know, And love thy house of pray'r; 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.
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.
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