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2 Thou who houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's

scorn,

Long hast roam'd the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim! hither haste.

3 Ye who toss'd on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain ;
Ye whose swoln and sleepless eyes
Watch to see the morning rise;

4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care ;-
Who the stings of guilt can bear!
5 Sinner! come, for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

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;
Sweet morning of celestial day!
3 Ye helpless lame, lift up your eyes,
The Lord, the Saviour, bids you rise;
New life and strength his voice conveys,
And plaintive groans are chang'd to praise
4 Nor shall the leper, hopeless lie
Beneath the great Physician's eye;
Sin's deepest power his word controls,
That fatal leprosy of souls.

5 That hand divine which can assuage
The burning fever's restless rage;
That hand omnipotent and kind,
Can cool the fever of the mind.

6 When freezing palsy chills the veins,
And pale, cold death already reigns,
He speaks; the vital powers revive;
He speaks, and dying sinners live.

7 Dear Lord, we wait thy healing hand; Diseases fly at thy command;

O let thy sov'reign touch impart
Life, strength, and health to every heart.

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
With visionary joy?

2 Why from the mountains and the hills Is our salvation sought?

While our eternal Rock's disown'd,
And Israel's God forgot.

3 The living spring neglected flows
Full in our daily view;

Yet we, with anxious, fruitless toil,
Our broken cisterns hew.

4 These fatal errors, gracious God!
With gentle pity see;

To thee our roving eyes direct,
And fix our hearts on thee.

HYMN CCI. S. M.

The hope of salvation through Christ.

1 Raise your triumphant songs
To an immortal tune;

Let the wide earth resound the deeds
Celestial grace hath done.

2 Sing how eternal love

Its well beloved chose,

And bade him raise our sinful race
From an abyss of woes.

3 Pardon and peace from heaven,
Jesus proclaims abroad;

And brings to erring, guilty man,
Sure mercy from his God.

4 Now, sinners! dry your tears;
Let hopeless sorrow cease;
Bow to the sceptre of his love
And take the offer'd peace.

5 Lord! we obey thy call!
We lay an humble claim
To the salvation thou hast sent,
And bless and praise thy name.

HYMN CCII. Six Line C. M.
Unrivalled beauty and glory of religion.

1 Soft are the fruitful showers that bring
The welcome promise of the spring,
And soft the vernal gale;
Sweet the wild warblings of the
The voice of nature and of love,
That gladden every vale.

grove,

2 But softer in the mourner's ear
Sounds the mild voice of mercy near,
That whispers sins forgiven;
And sweeter far the music swells,
When to the raptur'd soul she tells
Of peace and promis'd heaven.

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,
And bright the beams of setting day,
That robe the clouds in gold.

4 But far more fair the pious breast,
In richer robes of goodness drest,

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
What endless glory shines!
For ever be thy name ador'd,
For these celestial lines!

2 Here, springs of consolation rise,
To cheer the fainting mind;
And thirsty souls receive supplies,
And sweet refreshment find.

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
Our ever fresh delight ;

And still new beauties may we see,
And still increasing light!

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