'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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