205.

Faith Strengthened. "Thine eyes shall see the King in his beauty."

Isa. 33. (L. M.) I RAISE, raise, my soul, thy raptur'd sight,

With 'sacred wonder and delight, Jesus, thy own Forerunner, see,

Enter'd beyond the vail for thee. 2 Loud let the howling tempest yell,

And foaming waves to mountains swell, No shipwreck can my vessel fear, Since hope hath fix'd her anchor there.

DODDRIDGE.

206. Painful Marching Encouraged. “ Faint, yet pursuing."-Judges, 8. (C. M.) I OUR journey is a thorny maze,

But we march upward still, Forget these troubles of the ways,

nd reach at Zion's hill.
. See the kind angels at the gates,

Inviting us to come,
There Jesus the Forerunner waits,

To welcome travellers home.
* There on a green and dow'ry mount,

Our weary souls shall sit,
And with transporting joys recount.
The labours of our feet.

W ATTA.

CHRIST THE BREAKER.

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207.

Irresistible Majesty.
The breaker is come up before them."

Micah 2. (L. M.)
I SING the dear Saviour's glorious fame,

Who bears the Breaker's wond'rous name;
Sweet name ! and it becomes him well,

Who breaks down sin, guilt, death and hell. 9 A mighty breaker snre is he,

He broke my chains and set me free;
A gracious Breaker to my soul,

He breaks, and O he makes me whole. • He breaks through ev'ry gloomy cloud,

Which can my soul with darkness shroud,
He breaks the bars of every snare,
Which hellish foes for me prepare.

MEDLIT.

CHRIST THE BREAD

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208.

Sacred Food.
Lord, evermore, give us this bread.”_

Jno. 6. (S. M.)
BEHOLD the ving bread,

Which Jesus came to give,
By dying in the sinners stead,
That they might ever live.

Behold the Saviour's love,

Who gives his flesh to eat,
'Never did Angels taste above,

Provision half so sweet.
The Lord delights to give,

He knows you've nought to buy,
To Jesus haste-this bread receive,
And you shall never die.

HOSKINS. 209.

Permanent Supply. * He that cometh to me, shall never hunger."

Jno. 6. (C. M.)
1 BLEST be the Lord that gives his flesh

To nourish dying men,
And often spreads his table fresh,

Lest we should faint again.
» Happy the men that eat this bread,

But double blest was he,
That gently bow'd his loving head,

And lean'd, it Lord, on thee. 3 Our souls shall draw their heavenly breath,

While Jesus finds supplies,
Nor shall our graces sink to death,
For Jesus never dies.

WATTS.

210.

Zion's Poor Blessed. " Blessed be ye poor: for your's is the kingdom of

God.”—Luke 6. (L. M.)
I TO Christ, the bread of life, I fly,

No other can my need supply,
Put this will suit my wretched case,

Abroad, at home, in every place.

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'Tis this relieves the hungry poor,

Who ask for bread, at Mercy's door; This living food descends from heaven,

As Manna to the Jews was given.
This precious food my heart revives,

What strength, what nourishment it gives ;
O let me evermore be fed
With this divine celestial bread!

FAWCETT

CHRIST A PHYSICIAN.

211.

Virtue in Christ. « The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth from all sin.

Jno. 1. (P. M.)
1 DEAR Lord, what healing to the heart
Doth thy blood sprinkled Cross impart,

To those who seek a cure ;
Israel of old, and we no less,
The same indulgent grace confess,

While life and breath endure.
2 O may we view the matchless cross,
And other objects count but loss,

No other gain explore
Here still be fix'd our feasted eyes,
Teeming with tears of glad surprise,

And thankfully adore.
3 Hail great Immanuel, balmy name,
Thy praise, the ransom’d will proclaim,

Thee we Physician call ;
We own no other cure but thine,
Thou the deliverer divine,
Our health, our life, our all.

MADAN'S COLLECTION

212.

Relief Attainable.
And as many as touched him were made whole."

Mark 6. (L. M.)
THERE is a great Physician near,

Look up, O fainting soul, and live,
See in his heavenly smiles appear,

Such ease as nature cannot give.
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 woe.
Sin throws in vain its pointed dart,

For here a sovereign cure is found,
A cordial for the fainting heart,
A balm for every painful wound.

STEELR,

213.

Cure for Incurables. • They that are whole need not a Physician, bur

they that are sick.”—Matt. 9. (C. M.) 1 O THOU whom once they flock'd to hear,

Thy words to bless, thy pow'r to feel, Permit the guilty to draw near,

And graciously receive us stiil. 3 They that be whole, thyself hast said,

No need of a Physician have, But I am sick, and want thine aid

And wait thine utmost pow'r to save. 3 My sins, incurable disease,

Thou, Jesus, thou alone can'st beal,
Inspire me with thy power and peace,

And pardon on my conscience seal.