If we but kiss it, as the stroke descendeth,

Distilleth balm to allay the inflicted smart; And 'peace, that passeth understanding,' blendeth With the deep sighing of the contrite heart.

Mine be that holy, humble tribulation

No longer feigned distress — fantastic woe; I know my griefs, but then my consolation, My trust, and my immortal hopes, I know.

THE GREAT PHYSICIAN.

I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee, saith the Lord. Jeremiah 30: 17.

TELL me of that great Physician,

Will he undertake my cure?
Will he freely grant admission
To an applicant so poor?

None but Jesus

Can to such relief insure.

I have not one plea to proffer,

Why such grace I should partake, -
No inducement can I offer,

No requital can I make;

None but Jesus

Heals for his own mercy's sake.

Yet I know that he has granted
Cures to thousands such as I;
Given them freely all they wanted,
Without money let them buy;
None but Jesus

Every want could thus supply.

Let me go and spread before him
All my symptoms, all my fears;
Deeply, gratefully adore him,

While my trembling heart he cheers;
None but Jesus

Wipes away the sufferer's tears.

CRYING TO JESUS.

When they heard that Jesus passed by, they cried out, saying, Have mercy on us thou Son of David.. Matt. 20: 30.

DISEASED in body, mind, and soul,
Pass me not, my Saviour, by;

One word of thine can make me whole,
O! speak that word, and grief shall fly.

Full, rich, unmerited, and free,

Thy grace, O Lord, forever flows;
Such only can suffice for me,

Thy peace alone can give repose.

Lord, for that peace I watch and wait;
When will the bursting morn appear?
Raise me above this gloomy state,

Give peace and praise for doubt and fear.

SAVIOUR OF THE DYING THIEF.

And Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, to-day shalt thou be with me in paradise.'- Luke 23: 43.

JESUS saved the dying thief—
Welcome news for one like me!
Now I know there is relief,

When the world no hope can see:
Saved by grace, by sovereign grace,
By the cross I'll take my place.

Saviour of the dying thief,

Lo! a wretch as vile as he,
Filled with shame, remorse, and grief,
Draws his hope, O Lord, from thee:
In the view of so much grace,
Can despair at all have place?

Nothing but the richest grace,

Could relieve a wretch like me;
This alone could reach my case,
And I see this grace in thee:
Saviour of the dying thief!
In thy love I find relief.

'COME UNTO ME.'

Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Matt. 11: 28.

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WEAK with sickness, faint with care,
Wearied with the toilsome way,

Where can I for rest repair?

Hark! I hear my Saviour say:

Come to me, thou weary one;

Heavy-laden, come to me;
When thy search for rest is done,
Here alone that rest can be.'

Yes! I feel, my Lord, my God,
There alone my rest can be;

Have I ways of evil trod,

Let me now return to thee.

THE FOUNTAIN.

In that day there shall be a fountain opened to the house of David and to the inhabitants of Jerusalem for sin and uncleanness.- Zech. 13: 1.

COME to Calvary's holy mountain,
Sinners! ruined by the fall;
Here a pure and healing fountain

Flows to you, to me, to all,

In a full, perpetual tide,

Opened when the Saviour died.

Come, in poverty and meanness,
Come, defiled without, within;
From infection and uncleanness,
From the leprosy of sin,

Wash your robes and make them white;
Ye shall walk with God in light.

Come, in sorrow and contrition,
Wounded, impotent, and blind;
Here the guilty, free remission,

find:

Here the troubled peace may Health this fountain will restore; He that drinks will thirst no more.

He that drinks shall live forever: 'Tis a soul-renewing flood: God is faithful God will never

Break his covenant in blood, Signed when our Redeemer died, Sealed when he was glorified!

'MY TIMES ARE IN THY HAND.'

Psalm 31: 15.

'My times are in thy hand,'

My God, I'd have them there;
My life, my friends, my soul, I leave
Entirely to thy care.