6 That precious blood! oft when I kneel, Cold and ashamed in prayer, I look to Heaven, and comfort feel, 7 That precious blood in life's last night, And death, forbidden in wrath to smite, *XLII. "The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit."-Psalm li. 17. 1 LORD, if thou deignest to impart Sweet peace and heavenly joy to me, With deepest penitence of heart, Oh let them still united be! 2 For ill would it become thy child 4 Thou hast forgiven all my sin, For ever blessed be thy name! My own heart covers me with shame. 5 And not an hour its flight can speed, 6 When I have reached that blissful shore, *XLIII. AN ACT OF FAITH IN SICKNESS. 1 Do I not trust in thee, O Lord? Do I not rest on thee alone? Is not the comfort of thy word The sweetest cordial I have known? When vex'd with care, bowed down with grief, Where else could I obtain relief? 2 And is it not my chief desire To feel a passing stranger here? Forewarn me that my change draws nigh, Do I not feel, from day to day, Thou lookest down with pitying eye? Do I not hear a "small still voice" Bidding me still "in hope rejoice ?" 4 Oh yes! these things are real and true, And all I now am passing through, 5 To thee my inmost spirit clings, Like the poor dove that left the ark! 6 And now on thee I cast my soul; XLIV. "They came to a place which was named Gethsemane. Jesus ofttimes resorted thither with his disciples."-Mark xiv. 32; John xviii. 2. 1 JESUS, while he dwelt below, (As divine historians say) To a garden oft would go, Near to Kedron's brook it lay; When from noise he would be free, Then he sought Gethsemane. 2 Thither, by their Master brought, His disciples likewise came; There the heavenly truths he taught, Often set their hearts on flame; All things to them seemed to agree To endear Gethsemane. 3 Here they oft conversing sat, Or might join with Christ in prayer, 4 Full of love to man's lost race, On his conflict much he thought, 5 Many woes had he endured; Many sore temptations met; 6 Came at length the dreadful night, Vengeance with its iron rod, Stood, and with collected might, Bruised the harmless Lamb of God. 7 View him in that dark recess, 8 Oh what wonders love has done, God well knows, and God alone, 9 There my God bore all my guilt, Are too vast to be conceived; 10 Lord! I have no claim to share |