• Be it according to thy word,

Accomplish now thy work in me, And let my soul to health restor'd,

Devr'je its little all to thee.

WESLEY.

214.

Deadly Power of Sin.
“ Dead in trespasses and sins."-Ephe. 2. (C. M.)
I SIN, like a venomous disease,

Infects our vital blood,
The only balm is sovereign grace,

And the Physician God.
2 Our beauty, and our strength are fea

And we draw near to death,
But Christ the Lord recalls the dead,

With his almighty breath.
$ Madness by nature reigns within,

The passions burn and rage,
Till God's own Son, with skill divine,
The inward fire assuage.

WATT.

215.

Jesu's Power to Heal. “ Wilt thou be made whole."-Jno. 5. (L. M.) 1 DEAR Lord, we wait thy healing 's ind,

Diseases fly at thy command,
Olet thy sovereign touch impart

Life, strength, and health w ev'ry beart. 2 That hand divine, which can ársuami

The burning fever's restless rage,
That hand, Omnipotent and kind,

Can cool the lever of the mind

8 When freizing palsy chills the veins,

Avd pale cold death already reigns, He speaks-- the vital pow’rs revive, He speaks--and dying sinners live!

STEELE.

216.
The Sinners urgent Need.
" If thou wilt thou canst make me clean"

Matt. 8 (L. M.)
1 ALL my disease, my ev'ry sin,

To thee, O Jesus, I confess,
In pardon, Lord, my cure begin,

And perfect it in holiness.
2 That token of thy utmost good,

Now, Saviour now, on me bestow,
And purge my conscience with thy blood,

And wash my nature white as show, 3 Faith in thy changeless name I have,

The good, the kind Physician, thou
Art able now our souls to save,

Art willing to restore us now. 4 Make this the acceptable hour,

Conie, O my soul's Physician, thou,
Display thy sanctifying power,
And shew me thy salvation now.

WESLEY.

217

Spiritual Miracles. “ Be of good cheer, thy sins, which were many w

all forgiven thee.”-Matt. 9. (L. M.) 1 SAVIOUR divine, we read thy fame,

Thy miracles of power and grace, We bow and bless thy sacred name,

Whilo thine amazing works we trace.

2 Jesus, our God, in mercy come,

Repeat thy miracles of love,
On sinners dead, and deaf, and dumb,

And let them all thy goodness prove. 3 Unloese, dear Lord, each stammering torgne,

And teach the dumb to speak and praise, Break sinful silence into song, That we may shout aloud thy grace.

Dobel's COLLECTION,

218. The Sick Invited to come. Come unto me, all ye that labour, and are heavy

laden.”—Matt. 11. (C. M.)
YE sin sick souls, dismiss your fears,

The halt, the lame, and blind,
Come touch the garment Jesus wears,

Your healing there you'll find.
% Come, stretch the wither'd hand to day,

For Christ is passing by ; Your case admits of no delay

Unless ye touch, ye die.
3 One touch of this celestial robe,

Speaks pardon to the soul,
When sins, more pond'rous than the globe,'

Across the conscience roll.
Thro' every crowd to Jesus press,

When sin torments the mind,
Peace, pard’ning blood, and righteousness,
In his dear name you'll find.

KENT.

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THE BRAZEN SERPENT

219. The Judgment of Serpents. "The Lord sent fiery serpents among the peop e.

Num. 21. (C. M.) I WHEN poison spreading thro' the veins,

Made Israel mourn their sin, Eternal mercy eas'd their pains,

And heal'd the grief within.
2 A brazen serpent high was raised,

Salvation to procure,
The wounded look’d, the living prais'd,

The dying found a cure.
3 Sinners who feel the deadly sting,

And mourn their follies past,
May now their sins and sorrows bring,

And free salvation taste.
4 See Jesus crucified and slain,

Behold him rais'd on high,
One look will save from endless pain,
Oh look, and never die

BEDDOML.

220.

The Remedy Provided. “ The Lord said make a fiery serpent, and set it

upon a pole."-Num. 21. (C. M.) I NOW Moses feels for Israel's griefs,

To God for them he prays,
A brazen Serpent he's to make,

And on a pole to raise',

2 How strange the means ! but in his hand,

The remedy how sure,
Not one that'view'd the healing brass,

But found immediate cure.
3 Thus Jesus on the sacred cross,

Is lifted up on high,
Sinners, now look to him by faith,

shall never die."

NEEDHAM, ALTERED

And you

221. The Remedy Contemplated. “ Thanks be unto God, for his unspeakable gift.".

2 Cor. 9. (L. M.)
1 AROUND the fainting crowds attend,

To Heaven their mournful sighs ascend,
They hope, they look, while from the pole

Descends a power that makes them whole. 2 But O what healing to the heart,

Doth our Redeemer's cross impart,
What life, by faith, our souls receive,
What pleasures do his sorrows give.
Still may I view the Saviour's Cross,
And other objects count but loss;
Here still be fix'd my feasted eyes,
Enraptur'd with his sacrifice.

Rippon's SELECTION.

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The Remedy Eficacious. “ When he beheld the serpent of brass, he lived,

Num. 21. (C. M.)
1 BEHOLD the Hebrew Prophet raise

The brazen Serpent high,
The wounded feel immediate ease,

The Camp forbears to die.