2 Sinners on ev'ry side step in,

And wash away their pain and sin;
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. i 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.

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.

Hymn.
Gospel of Christ.

i 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 Qúr 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!

Hymn.

Law and Gospel compared. 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.

Hymn. Gospel of Christ. Power of God unto Salration. 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.