I found thine ear not slow to hear, Nor short thine arm to save! 6 Thou gav'st the word—the winds did cease, 7 For this, my life, in ev'ry state, And death, when death shall be my fate, 1 WHEN dangers, woes, or death are nigh, Past mercies teach me where to fly; Thine arm, Almighty God, can aid, When sickness grieves, and pains invade. 2 To all the various helps of art Kindly thy healing pow'r impart ; Bethesda's bath refus'd to save, Unless an angel bless'd the wave. 3 All med'cines act by thy decree, Receive commission all from thee ; And not a plant which spreads the plains, But teems with health, when heav'n ordains. 4 Clay and Siloam's pool, we find, At heav'n's command restor❜d the blind; 5 But grant me nobler favours still, 7 But thou, regard my contrite sighs, 8 These lovely names I ne'er could plead, And conscious guilt corrodes the heart, L His blood is all-sufficient found To draw the shaft and heal the wound. 1 HYMN 122. On Recovery from Sickness. (c. M.) W Our God deserves our song HEN we are rais'd from deep distress, We take the pattern of our praise 2 The gates of the devouring grave If he that holds the keys of death 3 When he but speaks the healing word, Fevers and plagues obey the Lord, 4 If half the strings of life should break, 5 To him I cried, "Thy servant save, "Thy pow'r can rescue from the grave, Thy pow'r is all my trust!" 6 He heard, and sav'd my soul from death, Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, 1 MY On the same. Y God, since thou hast rais'd me up, 2 With troubles worn, with pain oppress'd, 4 His anger is but short; his love, But joy returns with rising day. 6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, EAR what the voice from heav'n declares HE "Releas'd from all their earthly cares, They'll reign with him on high." 2 Then why lament departed friends, Or shake at death's alarms? Death's but the servant Jesus sends 3 If sin be pardon'd, we're secure, The law gave sin its strength and pow'r; し L L 4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd, And, rising thence, their hopes he rais'd 5 Then, joyfully, while life we have, 1 W By death's resistless hand, HEN those we love are snatch'd away Our hearts the mournful tribute pay 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, May this dread truth, "I too must die!" 3 Let this vain world allure no more; It bids us use the present hour, 4 The voice of this instructive scene 5 O let us to that Saviour fly, Whose arm alone can save; Then shall our hopes ascend on high, HYMN 126. Death of a Young Person. (c. M.) OW short the race our friend has run, 1 How race our Cut down in all his bloom! The course but yesterday begun Now finish'd in the tomb! 2 Thou joyous youth! hence learn how soon Long, long before life's brilliant noon 4 And thus the Lord reveals his grace, Thy youthful love to gain; 1 "The soul that early seeks my face "Shall never seek in vain." A S the sweet flow'r that scents the morn, Thus lovely was this infant's dawn, 2 It died ere its expanding soul Had ever burnt with wrong desires, But for a moment felt the rod O mourner! such, the Lord declares, VIII. INVITATION AND WARNING. HYMN 128. (111. 1.) 1 INNERS, turn, why will ye die? God, who did your being give; 2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? L |