"And crucify'd often afresh; "But let me henceforth be esteem'd, "Thy brother, thy bone, and thy flesh: "My pardon I freely bestow,

Thy wants I will fully supply; "I'll guide thee and guard thee below, "And soon will remove thee on high.

7" Go publish to sinners around,

"(That they may be willing to come) "The mercy which now you have found, "And tell them that yet there is room.” Oh, sinners the message obey!

No more vain excuses pretend; But come without farther delay, To Jesus our brother and friend.

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HYMN 161.

The good physician.

OW lost was my condition,
Till Jesus made me whole:

There is but one Physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul.
Next door to death he found me,
And snatch'd me from the grave;
To tell to all around me,

His mighty power to save.

2 The worst of all diseases,
Is light compar'd with sin;.
On ev'ry part it seizes,
But rages most within.
'Tis palsey, plague and fever,

And madness all combin'd,

And none but a believer

The least relief can find.

3 From man's great skill professing,
I thought relief to gain;
But this prov'd more distressing
And added to my pain.

Some said that nothing ail'd me,
Some gave me up for lost;
Thus every refuge fail'd me,
And all my hopes were cross'd

4 At length this great physician,
How matchless is his grace?
Accepted my petition

And undertook my case.
First gave me sight to view him,

For sin mine eyes had seal'd,
Then bid me look unto him,

I look'd and I was heal'd.

5 A dying risen Jesus,

View'd by an eye of faith;
From ev'ry danger frees us

And saves our souls from death;
Come then to this physician,
His help he'll freely give;
He makes no hard conditions,',
'Tis only look and live.

HYMN 162.

Longing for a place at the right hand of the

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Fudge.

HEN thou my righteous judge shall come
To fetch thy ransom'd people home,

Shall I among them stand!

Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,

Be found at thy right hand?

Ilove to meet among them now,
Before thy gracious feet to bow,
Though vilest of them all;
But can I bear the piercing thought?
What if my name should be left out,
When thou for them shalt call!

3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace;
Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding place,
In this th'accepted day;

Thy pardoning voice, O let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear;
Nor let me fall I pray.

4 Let me among thy saints be found,
Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound,
To see thy smiling face;
Then loudest of the crowd, I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of sovereign grace.

HYMN 163.. L. M.

The Christian's Farewell.

AREWELL, dear friends in Christ below,
I bid you all a short adieu :

My time is come, I long to go;
I trust I soon my Lord shall view.

2 Farewell dear neighbors, brethren, friends,
I hope we soon shall meet with joy ;
My heavenly father for me sends,
I go where nothing can annoy.

3 Adieu, thou sun, ye stars, and moon,
No longer shall I need your light;
My God's my sun, he makes my noon,
My day shall never change to night.

4 Adieu, to all things here below,
Vain world, I leave thy fleeting toys
Adieu to sin, fear, pain, and woe,
And welcome bright eternal joys.

5 Temptations, troubles, griefs, adieu; Sorrows becloud my face no more: I go to pleasures ever new,

Where toils, and strifes, and wars are o'er.

6 Now I have done with earthly things;
And all to come is boundless bliss ;
My eager spirit spreads her wings;
Jesus says 66
come;" I answer "yes."

7 Weep not dear friends: I tell you all
I go to dwell with Christ on high;
I hear my blessed Saviour's call,
And trusting in his promise die.

8 Father, I come to thee above,
All things below I leave behind
The fountain of eternal love,
Is open to my joyful mind.

9 Eternity! transporting sound!
While God exists my heav'n remains!
Fulness of joy that knows no bound,
Shall make my soul forget her pains.

HYMN 164. C. M.

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A sight of Heaven in sickness.

FT have I sat in secret sighs,
To feel my flesh decay,

Then groan'd aloud with frighted eyes,
To view the tott'ring clay.

But I forbid my sorrows now,
Nor dares the flesh complain;
Diseases bring their profit too;
The joy o'ercomes the pain.

3 My cheerful soul now all the day
Sits waiting here and sings;
Looks through the ruins of her clay,
And practises her wings.

4 Faith almost changes into sight,
While from afar the spies,

Her fair inheritance in light
Above created skies.

5 Had but the prison walls been strong, And firm without a flaw,

In darkness she had dwelt too long,
And less of glory saw.

But now the everlasting hills Through ev'ry chink appear, And something of the joy she feels While she's a prisoner here.

7 The shines of heav'n rush sweetly in
At all the gaping flaws;
Visions of endless bliss are seen
And native air she draws.

O may these walls stand tott'ring still, The breaches never close! If I must here in darkness dwell, And all this glory lose!

9 Or rather let this flesh decay,
The ruins wider grow,

Till glad to see th' enlarged way,
I stretch my pinions through.