2 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? 3 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! 4 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. HYMN 135. 7,6. Brighthelmstone. Margate. Newton. I HOW lost was my condition, 2 From men great skill professing, 3 At length this great Physician- And undertook my case- His wond'rous power to save. Seen by the eye of faith, And saves the soul from death- Gethsemane. Northamp. Chapel. Love Divine. Priest. 1 GREAT High Priest, we view thee stooping, With our names upon thy breast; Tempted souls, produce this token 4 All is finish'd, do not doubt it, 5 Lord, we fain would trust thee solely, HYMN 137. C. M. Steele. St. Ann's. Barby. Saviour. John iv. 42. 1 THE Saviour! Oh, what endless charms Dwell in the blissful sound! its influence every fear disarms, And spreads sweet peace around. 2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine, In rich effusion flow, For guilty rebels, lost in sin, And doom'd to endiess wo. 3 Oh, the rich depths of love divine, 4 On thee alone my hope relies, My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, HYMN 138. L. M. H. K. White. Kent. Blendon. Star of Bethlehem. Matt. ii. 1, 2. 1 ONCE on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my found'ring bark. 2 Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem: When suddenly a Star arose, It was the Star of Bethlehem. 3 It was my guide, my light, my all, 4 Now safely moor'd-my perils o'er, For ever and for evermore, The Star-the Star of Bethlehem. HYMN 139. L. M. Portugal. Blendon. Cennick. Way to Canaan. John xiv. 6. 1 JESUS, my all, to heaven is gone, The King's highway of holiness 6 Then will I tell to sinners round, Uxbridge. New Jerusalem. Newton. Matt. xxii. 42. John xx. 28. 1 "WHAT think ye of Christ?" is the test, To try both your state and your scheme; You cannot be right in the rest, Unless you think rightly of him; So God is disposed to you, |