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? None but Jesus Can to such relief insure. I have not one plea to proffer, Why such grace I should partake, - No requital can I make; None but Jesus Heals for his own mercy's sake. Yet I know that he has granted Every want could thus supply. Let me go and spread before him While my trembling heart he cheers; 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, One word of thine can make me whole, Full, rich, unmerited, and free, Thy grace, O Lord, forever flows; Thy peace alone can give repose. Lord, for that peace I watch and wait; 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— When the world no hope can see: Saviour of the dying thief, Lo! a wretch as vile as he, Nothing but the richest grace, Could relieve a wretch like me; 'COME UNTO ME.' Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Matt. 11: 28. 6 WEAK with sickness, faint with care, Where can I for rest repair? Hark! I hear my Saviour say: Come to me, thou weary one; Heavy-laden, come to me; Yes! I feel, my Lord, my God, 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, Flows to you, to me, to all, In a full, perpetual tide, Opened when the Saviour died. Come, in poverty and meanness, Wash your robes and make them white; Come, in sorrow and contrition, 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; |