30. L. M. Medley.

Christ the one thing needful. Luke x. 42.

1 ATTEND my soul, come search and see What's the most needful thing for thee. Can earth, with all its painted toys, Afford thee true and solid joys?

2 Say could'st thou be completely blest, Of honours, pleasures, wealth possess'd? Could any creature-good below Sufficient be? No! Jesus, No!

3 No, 'tis engraven on my heart,
That thou the one thing needful art ;
I could from all things parted be,
But never, never, Lord, from thee!

4 Needful art thou, my soul can say,
Through all life's dark and stormy way;
Nor less in death thou'lt needful be,
When I yield up my soul to thee.

5 Needful art thou to raise my dust,
In shining glory with the just;
Needful when I in heav'n appear,
To crown and to present me there.

6 There shall my soul, with joy supreme, Dwell on the dear, delightful theme;

(Glory and praise be ever his) The one thing needful Jesus is.

31. L. M. Steele.

Physician of souls. Jer. viii. 22.

1 DEEP are the wounds which sin has made,
Where shall the sinner find a cure?
In vain, alas! is nature's aid;
The work exceeds all nature's pow'r

2 Sin, like a raging fever reigns
With fatal strength in ev'ry part,
The dire contagion fills the veins,
And spreads its poison to the heart.

3 And can no sov'reign balm be found?
And is no kind physician nigh,
To ease the pain and heal the wound,
Ere life and hope for ever fly?

4 There is a great physician near :
Look up, O fainting soul, and live
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 wo.

32. 7. 6. Newton.

The good physician. Jer. viii. 22.

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 snatched 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 every part it seizes,
But rages most within:
'Tis palsy, plague and fever,

And madness-all combin'à ́

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 every 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!

33. 10. 11. E

Wilt thou be made whole? John v. 6.

1 COME, Seamen, attend to Jesus the Lord; He speaks as thy friend, give heed to his word: His language is pleasing, reviving the soul, "Tis this, (how amazing!) "Wilt thou be

made whole ?"

2 His power and skill, his wisdom and fame His love and his will are ever the same:

His med'cine will ease thee, and comfort thy soul;

This language should please thee," Wilt thou be made whole ?"

3 All wounded and sore to Jesus I'll cry, His pity implore and on him rely;

He'll never reject thee, look to him my soul; Those sweet words affect me, "Wilt thou be made whole ?"

4 How shall I adore the mercy and grace That shine ever more in Jesus' dear face?

His promise invites me to

This

query excites
whole ?"

me,

give him my soul, "Wilt thou be made

34. L. M. B

Christ a pilot.

Altered.

1 SEAMEN, the God of heaven adore;
You see the wonders of his power;
The deep affords a rich supply,
And all the star-bespangled sky.

2 When storms and hurricanes arise,
And clouds and darkness veil the skies,
Who bids the furious tempests blow?
HE who hath power to lay you low.

3 When light returns, and o'er the skies
The sunbeams spread a thousand dies;
Think on that Sun whose mercy brings
Healing and life beneath his wings.

4 The needle points you to the pole,
And yet it trembles, like the soul
That feels its guilt a heavy load,
When looking at a holy God.