)

2 “ Look upward in the dying hour,"

And live, the Prophet cries,
Bu. Christ performs a nobler cure,

When faith lifts up her eyes.
3 High on the Cross the Saviour hung,

High in the Heaven's he reigns,
Here sinners, by th' old serpent stung,

Look and forget their pains.
4 When God's own Son is lifted up,'

A dying world revives,
The Jew beholds the glorious hope,
Th' expiring Gentile lives.

WATTS

THE BALM OF GILEAD.'

223.

Balm Required. " Is there no balm in Gilead."-Jer. 8. (L. M) 1 WHY droops my soul, with guilt opprest?

Why these wild tumults of my brcast? Is there no balm to heal my wound,

No kind Physician to be found ? 2 Yes, the gospel's faithful lines,

Jehovah's grace and mercy shines, There dress'd in love, the Saviour stands

With pitying heart, and wooing hands. 3 And shall my trembling soul complain,

“I sought relief, but sought in vain," That Jesus, who for sinners died,

Heard all my groans and still denied.

4 Dear Saviour, at thy eet I lie,

Here to receive a cure, or die,
But love forbids that painful fear,
And grace that reigns triumphant here.

BOWDEN'S COLLECTION.

221.

Balm Discovered.
" Behold a company from Gilead bearing balın."

Gen. 37. (P. M.)
1 YES, there is, there is, my God,

Balm, abundant Balm in thee;
Rivers of atoning blood,

Streams of living purity.
Pour thy grace into my soul,

Close my wounds, and make me whole, 2 Did'st thou ever see a soul

More in need of help than mine,
Then refuse to make me whole,

Then withhold the Balm divine.
But if I do not need thee most,
Come, and seek, and save the lost.

WESLST.

225.

Balm Solicited.
" O Lord heal me."-Psa. 6. (P. M.)
I O JESUS, in pity draw near,

Come quickly to help a lost soul,
To comfort a mourner appear,

And make a poor Lazarus whole :
The balm of thy mercy apply,

Thou see'st the sore anguish I foel,
Save, Lord, or I perish, I die,

O save, o I sink into hell.

sink, if thou longer delay,

Thy pardoning mercy to show, Come quickly, and kindly display,

The power of thy passion below! By all thou last done for my sake,

One drop of thy blood I implore, Now, now, let it touch me, and make The sinner, a sinner no more!

WESLEY

226.

Balm Celebrated. * Take Balm for her pain, if she may be healed,

Jer. 31. (C. M.)
1 VIEWING Christ as newly slain,

Tu him I lift mine eye!
Balm of all my grief and pain,

His grace is ever nigh;
Now, as yesterday, the same

Thou art, and wilt for ever be,
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,

Thy blood was shed for me.
2 Saviour, from thy wounded side

I never will depart,
Here will I my spirit hide,

Till I am pure in heart:
Till my place above I claim,

This only shall be all my plea,
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

WESLEY.

227.

Balm Procured.
The blood of Jesus."-Heb. 10. (L.M.)
I JESUS, the Saviour, balmy name,

Thy worth my tongue would now proclair, By thy atonement set me free,

My life, my hope, is all from thee. Raise to the Cross, thy weeping eyes,

Bebold the Prince of glory dies, He dies extended on the tree,

And sheds a sovereign Balm for me. 3 Millions who now his throne surround,

Here sought relief, here mercy found; His Cross dispell’d their gloomy fears, Heal'd all their wounds, dried all their tean.

Score.

228.

Balm Proclaimed.
« The Lord hath proclained thy salvation

cometh."--Isa. 62. (C. M.)
I SALVATION, O the joyful sound,

'Tis pleasure to our ears;
A sovereign balm for every wound,

A cordial for our fears.
: Bury'd in sorrow and in sin,

At Hell's dark door we lay
But we arise by grace divine,

To see a heavenly day
3 Salvation, let the echo fly, -

The spacious earth around,
Whilo all the armies of tbe sky

Conspire to raise the sound.

Balm Applied. " Lo this has tooched thy lips, and thy sin lo

purged.”—Isa. 6. (L. M.)
WHEN on the Cross my Saviour died
A righteous God was pacified,
My debts he paid, my sins he bore
And Justice now demands no more.
A healing Balm his hand bestows,
To cure my wounds, and ease my woes,
And a rich fountain still remains,
To wash away my guilty stains.

BEDDONL.

CHRIST A FOUNTAIN.

230.

Its Virtues. "A fountain opened for sin and for uncleanurm.' •

Zech. 13. (P. M.) 1 HAIL, everlasting spring,

Celestial Fountain hail,
Thy streams salvation bring,

Thy waters never fail.
Still they endure, and still they flow,

For all our woe a Sov’reign cure. á Blest be his wounded side,

And blest his bleeding heart,
Who all in anguish died,

Such favors to impart.
His sacred blood shall make us cloan
From every stain and every sin.

DODDRIDOL