"Surely He hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows.
I my sins on Jesus,
The spotless Lamb of God;
He bears them all, and frees us
From the accursed load.
I bring my guilt to Jesus,
To wash my crimson stains
White in His blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains.
2 I lay my wants on Jesus;
All fulness dwells in Him;
He heals all my diseases,
He doth my soul redeem.
I lay my griefs on Jesus,
My burdens and my cares;
He from them all releases,
He all my sorrows shares.
3 I rest my soul on Jesus;
This weary soul of mine;
His right hand me embraces,
I on His breast recline.
I love the name of Jesus,
Immanuel, Christ, the Lord;
Like fragrance on the breezes,
His name abroad is poured.
4 I long to be like Jesus,
Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,
The Father's holy Child.
I long to be with Jesus,
Amid the heavenly throng,
To sing with saints His praises,
To learn the angels' song.
"Tell John what things ye have seen and heard."--Luke vii. 22
62 LORD, I was blind! I could not see
In Thy marred visage any grace,
But now the beauty of Thy face
In radiant vision dawns on me.
2 Lord, I was deaf! I could not hear
The thrilling music of Thy voice:
But now I hear thee and rejoice,
And all Thy uttered words are dear!
3 Lord, I was dumb! I could not speak
The grace and glory of Thy name;
But now, as touched with living flame,
My lips Thine eager praises wake.
4 Lord, I was dead! I could not stir
My lifeless soul to come to Thee:
But now, since Thou hast quickened me,
I rise from sin's dark sepulchre.
5 For Thou hast made the blind to see,
The deaf to hear, the dumb to speak,
The dead to live; and, lo, I break
The chains of my captivity.
"A Refuge from the storm."-Isaiah xxv. 4.
Spandau, 419.
Magdala, 351.
HERE is an everlasting home,
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Where contrite souls may hide:
Where death and danger may not come,-
The Saviour's side!
2 Hail, Rock of Ages! pierced for me,
The grave of all my pride;
Hope, peace, and heaven, are all in Thee,
Thy sheltering side!
3 There issued forth the double flood,
The sin-atoning tide,-
In streams of water and of blood,
From that dear side!
4 There is the only fount of bliss,
In joy and sorrow tried,-
No refuge for the heart like this,--
The Saviour's side!
"Not as I will, but as Thou wilt.”—Matt. xxvi. 39.
WORSHIP Thee, sweet Will of God,
64 And all Thy ways adore;
And every day I live, I long
To love Thee more and more.
2 Man's weakness, waiting upon God,
Its end can never miss,
For man on earth no work can do
More angel-like than this.
3 Siding with God I always win,
No chance to me is lost;
His will is sweetest to me when
It triumphs at my cost.
4 Ills that God blesses are my good-
All unblest good is ill;
And all is right that seems most wrong
If it be His dear will.
5 When obstacles and trials seem
Like prison walls to be,
I do the little I can do,
And leave the rest to Thee.
6 I have no cares! O blessed Will,
My cares Thou makest Thine;
I live in triumph, Lord! for Thou
Hast made Thy triumphs mine.
"Hear Thou from heaven Thy dwelling-place, and forgive.”
Intercession, 366.]
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2 Chron. vi, 30.
75.75.75.75.88.
HEN the weary, seeking rest,
To Thy goodness flee;
When the heavy-laden cast
All their load on Thee;
When the troubled, seeking peace,
On Thy name shall call ;
When the sinner, seeking life,
At Thy feet shall fall:
Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.
2 When the worldling, sick at heart,
Lifts his soul above;
When the prodigal looks back
To his Father's love;
When the proud man, in his pride,
Stoops to seek Thy face;
When the burdened brings his guilt
To Thy throne of grace:
Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.
3 When the stranger asks a home,
All his toils to end;
When the hungry craveth food,
And the poor a friend;
When the sailor on the wave
Bows the fervent knee;
When the soldier on the field
Lifts his heart to Thee:
Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry,
Ir. heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high
1 When the man of toil and care
In the city crowd;
When the shepherd on the moor
Names the name of God;
When the learned and the high,
Tired of earthly fame,
Upon higher joys intent,
Name the blessed Name:
Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.
5 When the child, with grave, fresh lip, Youth, or maiden fair;
When the aged, weak and grey,
Seek Thy face in prayer;
When the widow weeps to Thee,
Sad and lone and low;
When the orphan brings to Thee
All his orphan woe:
Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.
6 When creation, in her pangs,
Heaves her heavy groan;
When Thy Salem's exiled sons
Breathe their bitter moan;
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