2 Sinners on ev'ry side step in, And wash away their pain But I, an helpless sin-sick soul, Still lie expiring at the pool.
3 Thou cov❜nant Angel, swift come down, To-day Thine own appointments crown! Thy pow'r into the means infuse, And give them now their sacred use!
4 Thou seest me lying at the pool;
I would, Thou know'st I would be whole : O let the troubled waters move, And minister Thy healing love!
Excellency of the Scriptures.
1 FATHER of mercies, in Thy Word What endless glory shines!
For ever be Thy Name ador'd For these celestial lines.
2 Here, may the wretched sons of want Exhaustless riches find;
Riches above what earth can grant, And lasting as the mind.
3 Here, the fair tree of knowledge grows, And yields a free repast; Sublimer sweets than Nature knows Invite the longing taste.
4 Here, the REDEEMER's welcome voice Spreads heav'nly peace around; And life, and everlasting joys, Attend the blissful sound.
5 O may these heav'nly pages be My ever dear delight!
And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light!
6 Divine Instructor, gracious LORD, Be Thou for ever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred Word, And view my SAVIOUR there.
Excellency of the Scriptures.
I PRECIOUS Bible! what a treasure Does the Word of GOD afford!
All I want for life or pleasure,
FOOD and MED'CINE, SHIELD and SWORD:
Let the world account me poor,
Having this I need no more.
2 Food to which the world's a stranger, Here my hungry soul enjoys; Of excess there is no danger, Though it fills it never cloys: On a dying CHRIST I feed, He is meat and drink indeed!
3 When my faith is faint and sickly, Or when Satan wounds my mind, Cordials to revive me quickly, Healing MED'CINES here I find: To the promises I flee,
Each affords a remedy.
4 In the hour of dark temptation Satan cannot make me yield; For the word of consolation Is to me a mighty SHIELD: While the Scripture-truths are sure, From his malice I'm secure.
5 Vain his threats to overcome me, When I take the Spirit's sword; Then with ease I drive him from me: Satan trembles at the Word: "Tis a sword for conquest made, Keen the edge, and strong the blade.
6 Shall I envy then the miser, Doating on his golden store? Sure I am, or should be wiser, I am rich, 'tis he is poor: JESUS gives me in His Word,
FOOD and MED'CINE, SHIELD and SWORD.
1 GOD, in the Gospel of His SON, Makes His eternal counsels known; "Tis here His richest mercy shines, And truth is drawn in fairest lines.
2 Here sinners of an humble frame May taste His grace, and learn His Name; "Tis writ in characters of blood, Severely just, immensely good.
3 Here JESUS, in ten thousand ways, His soul-attracting charms displays, Recounts His poverty and pains, And tells His love in melting strains.
4 Wisdom it's dictates here imparts, To form our minds, to cheer our hearts: It's influence makes the sinner live, It bids the drooping saint revive.
5 Our raging passions it controls, And comfort yields to contrite souls; It brings a better world in view, And guides us all our journey through.
6 May this blest volume ever lie, Close to my heart, and near my eye, Till life's last hour my soul engage, And be my chosen heritage!
1 THE Law commands, and makes us know What duties to our GOD we owe: But 'tis the Gospel must reveal Where lies our strength to do His will.
2 The Law discovers guilt and sin,
And shows how vile our hearts have been; Only the Gospel can express Forgiving love and cleansing grace.
3 What curses doth the Law denounce Against the man that fails but once! But in the Gospel CHRIST appears, Pard'ning the guilt of num'rous years. 4 My soul, no more attempt to draw Thy life and comfort from the Law; Fly to the hope the Gospel gives; That man that trusts the promise, lives.
Gospel of Christ. Power of God unto Salvation.
1 WHAT shall the dying sinner do
That seeks relief for all his woe? Where shall the guilty conscience find Ease for the torment of the mind?
2 How shall we get our crimes forgiv'n? Or form our natures fit for heav'n? In vain we search, in vain we try, Till JESUS brings His Gospel nigh.
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