ESUS, if still thou art to-day,
As yesterday, the same,
Present to heal, in me display
The virtue of thy Name!
2 If still thou goest about to do
Thy needy creatures good,
On me, that I thy praise may show,
Be all thy wonders show'd.
3 Now, Lord, to whom for help I call,
Thy miracles repeat;—
With pitying eyes behold me fall
A leper at thy feet.
4 Loathsome, and vile, and self-abhorr'd,
I sink beneath my sin;
But if thou wilt, a gracious word
Of thine can make me clean.
5 Thou seest me deaf to thy command,
Open, O Lord, my ear;
Bid me stretch out my wither'd hand,
And lift it up in prayer.
6 Silent, (alas! thou know'st how long,)
My voice I cannot raise :
But, O! when thou shalt loose my tongue,
The dumb shall sing thy praise.
7 Lame at the pool I still am found:
Give, and my strength employ;
Light as a hart I then shall bound;
The lame shall leap for joy.
& Blind from my birth to guilt and thee,
And dark I am within :
The love of God I cannot see,
The sinfulness of sin.
9 But thou, they say, art passing by!
O let me find thee near:
Jesu, in mercy hear my cry,
Thou Son of David, hear!
10 Behold me waiting in the way
For thee, the heavenly Light;
Command me to be brought, and say;
"Sinner, receive thy sight!"
1 WHILE dead in trespasses 1 lie,
Thy quick'ning Spirit give;
Call me, thou Son of God, that I
May hear thy voice, and live.
2 While full of anguish and disease,
My weak, distemper'd soul
Thy love compassionately sees,
O let it make me whole!
3 Cast out thy foes, and let them still
To Jesu's name submit:
Clothe with thy righteousness and heal,
And place me at thy feet.
4 To Jesu's name, if all things now
A trembling homage pay;
O let my stubborn spirit bow,
My stiff-neck'd will obey!
5 Impotent, dumb, and deaf, and blind,
And sick, and poor I am :
But sure a remedy to find
For all in Jesu's name.
6 I know in thee all fulness dwells,
And all for wretched man:
Fill every want my spirit feels,
And break off every chain.
7 If thou impart thyself to me,
No other good I need:
If thou, the Son, shalt make me free,
I shall be free indeed.
8 I cannot rest till in thy blood
I full redemption have:
But thou, through whom I come to God,
Canst to the utmost save.
9 From sin, the guilt, the power, the pain;
Thou wilt redeem my soul:
Lord, I believe, and not in vain :
My faith shall make me whole.
10 I too, with thee, shall walk in white,
With all thy saints shall prove,
What is the length, and breadth, and height,
And depth of perfect love,
Bethel.] HYMN 64. C. M.
1 ET the redeem'd give thanks and praise
To a forgiving God!
My feeble voice I cannot raise,
Till wash'd in Jesu's blood.
2 Till at thy coming from above,
My mountain-sin depart,
And fear gives place to filial love,
And peace o'erflows my heart.
3 Pris'ner of hope, I still attend
Th' appearance of my Lord,
These endless doubts and fears to end,
And speak my soul restor❜d :
4 Restor❜d by reconciling grace;
With present pardon blest;
And fitted by true holiness
For my eternal rest.
5 The peace which man can ne'er conceive,
The love and joy unknown,
Now, Father, to thy servant give,
And claim me for thine own.
6 My God, through Jesus pacify'd ;
My God, thyself declare;
And draw me to his open side,
And plunge the sinner there!
Alfreton.] HYMN 65. L. M.
ORD, I despair myself to heal;
Isee my sim, but cannot feel:
I cannot, till thy Spirit blow,
And bid the obedient waters flow.
2 'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give :
Thy gifts I only can receive;
Here, then, to thee I all resign,
To draw, redeem, and seal—are thine.
3 With simple faith on thee I call;
My light, my life, my Lord, my all;
I wait the moving of the pool;
I wait the word that speaks me whole.
4 Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness curę ;
Make my infected nature pure:
Peace, righteousness, and joy impart,
And pour thyself into my heart!
Wells.] HYMN 66. L. M.
ESUS, the sinner's friend, to thee,
Lost and undone, for aid I flee,
Weary of earth, myself, and sin;
Open thine arms, and take me in.
2 Pity and heal my sin-sick soul;
'Tis thou alone canst make me whole;
Fallen, till in me thine image shine,
And lost I am till thou art mine.
3 Awake, the woman's conqu'ring Seed,
Awake, and bruise the serpent's head!
Tread down thy foes, with power control
The beast and devil in my soul.
4 The mansion for thyself prepare,
Dispose my heart by ent'ring there!
'Tis thou alone can make me clean
'Tis thou alone can cast out sin.
5 At last I own it cannot be
That I should fit myself for thee:
Here, then, to thee I all resign;
Thine is the work, and only thine.
6 What shall I say thy grace to move?
Lord, I am sin,-but thou art love:
I give up every plea beside,
"Lord, I am lost-but thou hast died."
Watchman.] HYMN 67. S. M.
WHEN shall thy love constrain,
And force me to thy breast?
When shall my soul return again
To her eternal rest?
To me did freely move;
It calls me still to seek thy face,
And stoops to ask my love.
Lord, at thy feet I fall,
I groan to be set free ;
I fain would now obey the call,
And give up all for thee.
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