2 My sin's incurable disease,

Thou, Jesus, thou alone canst heal:
Inspire me with thy power and peace,
And pardon on my conscience seal.

3 A touch, a word, a look from thee,
Can turn my heart, and make it clean;
Purge the foul in-bred leprosy,
And save me from my bosom sin.

4 Lord, if thou wilt, I do believe
Thou canst the saving grace impart;
Thou canst, this instant, now forgive,
And stamp thy image on my heart.
5 Be it according to thy word;
Accomplish now thy work in me;
And let my soul, to health restored,
Devote its little all to thee.

84.

[L. B. 384.]

L. M.

O THOU, whom once they flock'd to hear, Thy words to hear, thy power to feel! Suffer the sinners to draw near,

And graciously receive us still.

2 They that be whole, thyself hast said,
No need of a physician have;
But I am sick, and want thy aid,
And wait thy utmost power to save.

3 Thy power, and truth, and love divine,
The same from age to age endure:
A word, a gracious word of thine,
The most inveterate plague can cure.

4 Helpless, howe'er my spirit lies
(And long hath languish'd) at the pool;
A word of thine shall make it rise,
And speak me in a moment whole,

5 Make this the acceptable hour:
Come, O my soul's Physician, thou!
Display in me thy saving power,
And show me thy salvation now.

85.

[L. B. 385.]

L. M.

JESUS, thy far extended fame,
My drooping soul exults to hear;
Thy name, thy all restoring name,
Is music to a sinner's ear.

2 Sinners of old thou didst receive,
With comfortable words and kind;
Their sorrows cheer, their wants relieve,
Heal'd the diseased, and cured the blind.

3 And art thou not the Saviour still,
In every place and age the same?
Hast thou forgot thy gracious skill,
Or lost the virtue of thy name?

4 Faith in thy changeless name I have:
The good, the kind Physician, thou
Art able now my soul to save,
Art willing to restore me now.

5 All my disease, my every sin,
To thee, O Jesus, I confess :
In pardon, Lord, the cure begin,
And perfect it in holiness.

6 That token of thy utmost good,
Now, Saviour, now on me bestow;
Sprinkle my conscience with thy blood,
And wash my nature white as snow.

JESUS, if still thou art to-day
As yesterday the same,

Present to heal, in me display

The virtue of thy name.

C. M.

2 Now, Lord, to whom for help I call,
Thy miracles repeat:

With pitying eye behold me fall
A leper at thy feet.

3 Loathsome, and foul, and self-abhorr'd,
I sink beneath my sin :
But, if thou wilt, a gracious word
Of thine can make me clean.

4 Thou seest me deaf to thy command;
Open, O Lord, my ear;

Bid me stretch out my wither'd hand,
And lift it up in prayer.

5 Silent, (alas! thou know'st how long)
My voice I cannot raise;

But O! when thou shalt loose my tongue,
The dumb shall sing thy praise.

6 Lame at the pool I still am found;
Give, and my strength employ ;
Light as a hart I then shall bound;
The lame shall leap for joy.

7 Blind from my birth to guilt and thee,
And dark I am within:

The love of God I cannot see,

The sinfulness of sin.

8 But thou, they say, art passing by;
O let me find thee near;
Jesus, in mercy hear my cry,
Thou Son of David, hear.

9 Long have I waited in the way
For thee, the heavenly Light:
Command me to be brought, and say,
"Sinner, receive thy sight!"

WHILE dead in trespasses I lie,
Thy quickening Spirit give;

C. M.

Call me, thou Son of God, that I
May hear thy voice and live.

2 Impotent, dumb, and deaf, and blind,
And sick, and poor I am;
But sure a remedy to find
For all in Jesus' name.

3 I know in thee all fulness dwells,
And all for wretched man;
Fill every want my spirit feels,
And break off every chain.

4 If thou impart thyself to me,
No other good I need:

If thou the Son shalt make me free,

I shall be free indeed.

5 I cannot rest, till in thy blood
I full redemption have:

But thou, through whom I come to God,
Canst to the utmost save.

6 From sin, the guilt, the power, the pain,
Thou wilt redeem my soul:

Lord, I believe, and not in vain;
Thy grace shall make me whole.

7 I too, with thee, shall walk in white;
With all thy saints shall prove,

What is the length, and breadth, and height, And depth of perfect love.

88.

[S. B. 25:]

L. M.

YE mourning sinners, here disclose
Your deep complaints, your various woes:
Approach, 'tis Jesus, he can heal,
The pains which mourning sinners feel.

2 To eyes long closed in mental night,
Strangers to all the joys of sight,
His word imparts a blissful ray;
Sweet morning of a heavenly day.

3 That hand divine, which can assuage
The burning fever's restless rage;
That hand, omnipotent and kind,
Can heal the fever of the mind.

4 Nor shall the leper hopeless lie
Beneath the great Physician's eye;
Sin's greater power his word controls-
That fatal leprosy of souls.

5 Dear Lord, we wait thy healing hand:
Diseases fly at thy command:

O let thy sov'reign touch impart

Life, strength, and health, to every heart.

89.

[L. B. 13.]

8 lines 7.

HAPPY Soul, that free from harms,
Rests within his Shepherd's arms:
Who his quiet shall molest?
Who shall violate his rest?

Jesus doth his spirit bear,
Jesus takes his every care;

He who found the wandering sheep:
Jesus still delights to keep.

2 Jesus, seek thy wandering sheep;
Bring me back, and lead, and keep;
Take on thee my every care;
Bear me on thy bosom, bear:
Let me know my Shepherd's voice,
More and more in thee rejoice;
More and more of thee receive;
Ever in thy Spirit live.

3 Live, till all thy life I know,
Perfect through my Lord below;
Gladly then from earth remove,
Gather'd to the fold above:
O that I at last may stand
With the sheep at thy right hand;
Take the crown so freely given;
Enter in by thee to heaven.