Lymn.

Sin's Diseases lamented.

ÀO GOD! to whom in flesh reveald

The helpless all for succour came;
The sick to be reliev'd and heal'd,

And found salvation in Thy Name.

2 Thou seest me helpless and distress'd,

Feeble, and faint, and blind, and poor: Weary, I come to Thee for rest*;

And, sick of sin, implore a cure.

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;

Accomplish now Thy work in me; And let my soul, to health restor’d,

Devote it's little all to Thee.

Wymn.

Sin's Diseases confessed. 1 JESU, Thy far extended fame

My drooping soul exults to hear;
Thy Name, Thy all-restoring Name,

Is music in a sinner's ear.
2 Sinners of old Thou didst receive,

With comfortable words and kind; Their sorrows cheer, their wants relieve,

Heal the diseas'd, and cure the blind. 3 And art Thou not the SAVIOUR still,

In ev'ry place and age the same ?
Hast Thou forgot Thy gracious skill,

Or lost the virtue of Thy Name?
4 Faith in Thy changeless Name I have:

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

Art willing to restore them now.

5 All my disease, my ev'ry sir,

To Thee, O JESUS! I confess :
In pardon, LORD, my cure begin,

And perfect it in holiness.

6 That token of Thy utmost good,

Now, SAVIOUR, now on me bestow,
And purgę my conscience with Thy blood,

And wash my nature white as 'snow,

Wymn.

Sin's Diseases cured. Bethesd«.

1 HERE at Bethesda's pool, the poor,

The wither'd, halt, and blind, With waiting hearts expect a cure,

And free admittance find.

2 Here streams of wondrous virtue flow,

To heal a sin-sick soul;
To wash the filthy white as snow,

And make the wounded whole. 3 The dumb break forth in songs of praise,

The blind their sight receive, The cripple runs in wisdom's ways,

The dead revive and live!

4 Restrain’d to no, one ease, or time,

These waters always move; Sinners in ev'ry age and clime Their vital influence

prove.
5 Yet numbers daily near them lie,

Who meet with no relief;
With life in view they pine and die

In hopeless unbelief.
6 Do Thou, dear SAVIOUR, interpose,

Their stubborn wills constrain; Or else to them the water flows,

And grace is preach'd in vain.

Hymn.

A Multitude that do Evil. 1 DESTRUCTION'S dang'rous road .

What multitudes pursue !
While that which leads the soul to GOD,

Is known or sought by few. 2 Believers enter in

By CHRIST, the living gate;
But they who will not leave their sin,

Complain it is too strait. 3 If self must be denied,

And sin forsaken quite;
They rather choose the way that's wide,

And strive to think it right.
Encompass'd by a throng,

On numbers they depend;
So many surely can't be wrong,

And miss a happy end.
5 But numbers are no mark

That men will right be found :
A few were sav'd in Noah's ark,

For many millions drown'd.
6 Obey the Gospel call,

And enter while you may;
The flock of CHRIST is always small,

And none are safe but they.
7 LORD!-open sinners' eyes,

Their awful state to see ;
And make them, ere the storm arise,

To Thee for safety flee.

Hyinn. 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!

What murderous things they be!
2 Were these the traitors, dearest LORD!

That Thy fair body tore? Monsters, that stain'd those heav'nly limbs

With floods of purple gore!
3 Was it for crimes that I had done

My dearest LORD was slain,
Wben justice seiz'd God's only Son,

And put His soul to pain?
1 Forgive my guilt, O Prince of Peace,

I'll wound my God no more:
Hence from my heart, ye sins, be gone,

For JESUS I adore.
5 Furnish me, LORD, with heav'nly arms:

The work I'll now. begin; I'll now proclaim eternal war

With ev'ry darling sin.

Wymn.

Sin's Diseases cured. Bethesda.

1 How long, Thou faithful God, shall I

Here in Thy ways forgotten lie?
When shall the means of healing be
The channels of Thy grace to me?