3 For Israel yet shall own her King,
For her salvation waits,

And hill and dale shall sweetly sing,
With praise in all her gates.

4 p0 hasten, Lord, these promised days,
When Israel shall rejoice;

cres

And Jew and Gentile join in praise,

With one united voice! Amen.

God of Mercy, God of Grace
Hail to the Lord's Anointed
Hark! the song of jubilee

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Jesu, Thy Church with longing eyes
Not by Thy mighty Hand

Thou, Whose Almighty Word .

See also OFFERTORY Hymns

558

Hospitals.

They brought unto Him all that were
diseased; and besought Him that they
might only touch the hem of His gar-
ment; and as many as touched were
made perfectly whole. Matt. xiv. 35,
36.

1 THINE Arm, O Lord, in days of old
Was strong to heal and save;

It triumphed o'er disease and death,
O'er darkness and the grave;

D.C.M.

p To Thee they went, the blind, the dumb,
The palsied and the lame,

The leper with his tainted life,

The sick with fevered frame.

2 cres And lo, Thy touch brought life and health, Gave speech, and strength, and sight; And youth renewed and frenzy calmed Owned Thee, the Lord of light;

mf And now, O Lord, be near to bless, Almighty as of yore,

cres

my In crowded street, by restless couch, As by Gennesareth's shore.

3 mf Though Love and Might no longer heal
By touch, or word, or look;

Though they who do Thy work must read
Thy laws in nature's book:

cres Yet come to heal the sick man's soul,
Come, cleanse the leprous taint,

cres

Give joy and peace-(dim) where all is strife,
And strength-(dim) where all is faint.

4 mf Be Thou our great Deliverer still, Thou Lord of life and death,

cres

cres

my Restore and quicken, soothe and bless
With Thine Almighty Breath;
mf To hands that work and eyes that see
Give wisdom's heavenly lore,

cres That whole and sick, and weak and
strong,

May praise Thee evermore.

Amen.

E. H. Plumptre.

559

I was sick, and ye visited Me.

Matt. xxv. 36.

8.7.8.7.7.7.

1 mf THOU to Whom the sick and dying
Ever came, nor came in vain,

cres Still with healing words replying
To the wearied cry of pain;

dim

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Hear us, Jesu, as we meet
Suppliants at Thy mercy-seat.

2 mf Every care, and every sorrow,
Be it great, or be it small,
Yesterday,-to-day,-to-morrow,
When, where'er it may befall,
Lay we humbly at Thy Feet,
Suppliants at Thy mercy-seat.

dim

3 p Still the weary, sick, and dying
Need a brother's, sister's care;
cres On Thy higher help relying
May we now their burden share,
Bringing all our offerings meet,
Suppliants at Thy mercy-seat.

mf

dim

4 mf May each child of Thine be willing,
Willing both in hand and heart,
cres All the law of love fulfilling,
Ever comfort to impart,

mf

dim

5

cres So

Ever bringing offerings meet,
Suppliant to Thy mercy-seat.

may sickness, sin, and sadness,
To Thy healing power yield,

Till the sick and sad in gladness—

Rescued, ransomed, cleansed, healed,-
One in Thee together meet,

Pardoned at Thy judgment-seat.

Also the following :

At even, ere the sun was set

Try us, O God, and search the ground

See also OFFERTORY Hymns.

Amen.

Godfrey Thring.

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560

Times of Trouble.

God is our hope and strength, a very present
help in trouble. Ps. xlvi. 1.

1 p GOD of our life, to Thee we call,
Afflicted at Thy Feet we fall;
When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not our trembling hearts to fail

L.M.

2

P Friend of the friendless and the faint,
Where should we lodge our deep complaint?
Where but with Thee, Whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor?

cres

3 mf Did ever mourner plead with Thee,
And Thou refuse that mourner's plea ?
Does not the word still fixed remain,
That none shall seek Thy Face in vain?

4

P That were a grief we could not bear, Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer: cres But a prayer-hearing, answering God Supports us under every load.

5p Then hear, O LORD, our humble cry, And bend on us Thy pitying Eye : cres To Thee their prayer Thy people make, dim Hear us for our Redeemer's sake. Amen.

W. Cowper (1731-1800); last verse from Church Hymns.

The Lord is nigh unto all them that call upon L.M.

Him. Ps. cxlv. 18.

561
1 mf 0 Love Divine, that stoop'st to share
Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear!
On Thee we cast each earth-born care,
We smile at pain when Thou art near.
2 p Though long the weary way we tread,

3

And sorrow crown each lingering year, cres No path we shun, no darkness dread,

Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near. p When drooping pleasure turns to grief,

And trembling faith is changed to fear, The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf, Shall softly tell us, Thou art near.