2 Thou who houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roam'd the barren waste, 3 Ye who toss'd on beds of pain, 4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, HYMN CXCIX. L. M. The great Physician. 1 Ye mourning sinners, here disclose Your deep complaints, your various woes; Approach, 'tis Jesus, he can heal The pains which mourning sinners feel. 2 To eyes long clos'd in mental night, Strangers to all the joys of light, His word imparts a blissful ray; 5 That hand divine which can assuage 6 When freezing palsy chills the veins, 7 Dear Lord, we wait thy healing hand; Diseases fly at thy command; O let thy sov'reign touch impart HYMN CC. C. M. God the salvation of his people. 1 How long shall dreams of earthly bliss Our flatt'ring hopes employ, And mock our fond, deluded eyes 2 Why from the mountains and the hills Is our salvation sought? While our eternal Rock's disown'd, 3 The living spring neglected flows Yet we, with anxious, fruitless toil, 4 These fatal errors, gracious God! To thee our roving eyes direct, HYMN CCI. S. M. The hope of salvation through Christ. 1 Raise your triumphant songs Let the wide earth resound the deeds 2 Sing how eternal love Its well beloved chose, And bade him raise our sinful race 3 Pardon and peace from heaven, And brings to erring, guilty man, 4 Now, sinners! dry your tears; 5 Lord! we obey thy call! HYMN CCII. Six Line C. M. 1 Soft are the fruitful showers that bring grove, 2 But softer in the mourner's ear 3 Fair are the flowers that deck the ground, And groves and gardens blooming round Unnumber'd charms unfold: Bright is the sun's meridian ray, 4 But far more fair the pious breast, Where heaven's own graces shine; And brighter far the prospects rise That burst on faith's delighted eyes, From glories all divine. HYMN CCIII. C.M. Excellency of the Holy Scriptures. 1 Father of mercies! in thy word 2 Here, springs of consolation rise, 3 Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around; And life and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound. 4 O may these heavenly pages be And still new beauties may we see, |