Hymn. Sin's Diseases lamented. O GOD! to whom in flesh reveal'd 2 Thou seest me helpless and distress'd, 3 My sin's incurable disease Thou, JESUS, Thou alone canst heal: Inspire me with Thy pow'r and peace, And pardon on my conscience seal. 4 A touch, a word, a look from Thee, Can turn my heart, and make it clean; Purge this foul inbred leprosy, And save me from my bosom-sin. 5 LORD, if Thou wilt, I do believe, Thou canst the saving grace impart; Thou canst this instant now forgive, And stamp Thine image on my heart. 6 Be it according to Thy Word; 1 Hymn. Sin's Diseases confessed. JESU, Thy far extended fame 2 Sinners of old Thou didst receive, 3 And art Thou not the SAVIOUR still, 4 Faith in Thy changeless Name I have: 5 All my disease, my ev'ry sin, 6 That token of Thy utmost good, Now, SAVIOUR, now on me bestow, Hymn. Sin's Diseases cured. Bethesda. 1 HERE at Bethesda's pool, the poor, 2 Here streams of wondrous virtue flow, To heal a sin-sick soul; To wash the filthy white as snow, 3 The dumb break forth in songs of praise, 4 Restrain'd to no. one ease, or time, 5 Yet numbers daily near them lie, 6 Do Thou, dear SAVIOUR, interpose, 1 2 Hymn. A Multitude that do Evil. DESTRUCTION'S dang'rous road. While that which leads the soul to GOD, Believers enter in By CHRIST, the living gate; 3 If self must be denied, 5 6 And sin forsaken quite; They rather choose the way that's wide, Encompass'd by a throng, But numbers are no mark That men will right be found : A few were sav'd in Noah's ark, Obey the Gospel call, And enter while you may; The flock of CHRIST is always small, 7 LORD! Open sinners' eyes, Their awful state to see; And make them, ere the storm arise, Hymn. Sin the cause of Christ's Death. 1 AND now the scales have left mine eyes, Now I begin to see; Oh the curs'd deeds my sins have done! 2 Were these the traitors, dearest LORD! That Thy fair body tore? Monsters, that stain'd those heav'nly limbs 3 Was it for crimes that I had done 4 Forgive my guilt, O Prince of Peace, Hence from my heart, ye sins, be gone, 5 Furnish me, LORD, with heav'nly arms: Hymn. Sin's Diseases cured. Bethesda. 1 How long, Thou faithful GOD, shall I |