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Look in his heavenly smiles appear
4 'There is a great Physician near;
O fainting soul, and live:
Life, health, and bliss, abundant flow,
Till JESUS made me whole!
Can cure a sin-sick soul!
Is light compar'd with sin;
But rages most within.
I thought a cure to gain;
And added to my pain-
Some gave me up for lost,
And all my hopes were cross'do
How matchless is his grace!
And undertook my case-
And snatch'd me from the grave
His wondrous power to save.
Seen by the eye of faith,
Come then to this Physician,
His help he'll freely give,
P. M. 170.
Types of Christ. Heb. iv. € 1
ISRAEL, in ancient days,
Not only had a view
The paschal sacrifice,
The lamb, the dove, set forth
Should be the soul's defence;
The scape-goat on his head
Was to be seen no more;
Dipt in his fellow's blood,
Express'd the sinner's plea-
The same in ev'ry age!
P. M 171.
Types of Christ. Paschal Lamb
Heb. ix. 12. · PASCHAL. Lamb, by God appointed, By almighty love anointed, Thou hast full atonement made.
2 Adam's sons are now forgiven,
Through the virtue of thy blood! Open'd is the gate of heaven
Peace is made 'twixt man and God,
§ Jesus, hail, enthron'd in glory,
There for ever to abide;
Seated at thy Father's side.
There for sinners thou art pleading
There thou dost our place prepare;
Till in glory we appear.
'Thou art worthy to receive; Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.
6 When we join th' angelic smirits,
In their sweetest, noblest lays,
Gladly chant Immanuel's praise.
L. M. 172.
The Operations of the Holy Spirit. · ETERNAL Spirit! we confess
And sing the wonders of thy grace; Thy power conveys our blessings down
From God the Father and the Son. 2 Enlighten'd by thine heavenly ray,
Our shades and darkness turn to day:
Our slanger and our refuge too.
And breaks the chains of reigning sin,
And forms our wretched hearts anew. 4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice,
Thy cheering words awake our joys;
And calm the surges of the mind. 173.
(184.) L. M.
Praise for the Spirit. 1 COME, gracious Spirit, leav’nly, Dove,
With light and comfort from above. Be thou our guardian, thou our guide;
O’er ev'ry thought and step preside. 2 Conduct us safe, conduct us far
From ev'ry sin and hurtful snare;
Lead us to heav'n, the seat of bliss,
Where pleasure in perfection is, 174. (185.) C. M. COMF, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick’ning pow’rs; Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Sce, how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys! Our souls, how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys!
At this poor, dying rate?
And thine to us so great?
With all thy quick’ning pow’ss; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.
175. (189.) C. M. 1 My hope, my portion, and my God,
How little art thou known By all the judgments of thy rod,
And blessings of thy throne!
How negligent my fear?
How few affections there!
To give thy word success;
That I'may learn thy grace.
That leads to joys on high: