2 Sinners on ev'ry side step in,
And wash away their pain
But I, an helpless sin-sick soul,
Still lie expiring at the pool.
3 Thou cov❜nant Angel, swift come down,
To-day Thine own appointments crown!
Thy pow'r into the means infuse,
And give them now their sacred use!
4 Thou seest me lying at the pool;
I would, Thou know'st I would be whole :
O let the troubled waters move,
And minister Thy healing love!
Excellency of the Scriptures.
1 FATHER of mercies, in Thy Word
What endless glory shines!
For ever be Thy Name ador'd
For these celestial lines.
2 Here, may the wretched sons of want
Exhaustless riches find;
Riches above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.
3 Here, the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repast;
Sublimer sweets than Nature knows
Invite the longing taste.
4 Here, the REDEEMER's welcome voice
Spreads heav'nly peace around;
And life, and everlasting joys,
Attend the blissful sound.
5 O may these heav'nly pages be
My ever dear delight!
And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light!
6 Divine Instructor, gracious LORD,
Be Thou for ever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred Word,
And view my SAVIOUR there.
Excellency of the Scriptures.
I PRECIOUS Bible! what a treasure
Does the Word of GOD afford!
All I want for life or pleasure,
FOOD and MED'CINE, SHIELD and SWORD:
Let the world account me poor,
Having this I need no more.
2 Food to which the world's a stranger,
Here my hungry soul enjoys;
Of excess there is no danger,
Though it fills it never cloys:
On a dying CHRIST I feed,
He is meat and drink indeed!
3 When my faith is faint and sickly,
Or when Satan wounds my mind,
Cordials to revive me quickly,
Healing MED'CINES here I find:
To the promises I flee,
Each affords a remedy.
4 In the hour of dark temptation
Satan cannot make me yield;
For the word of consolation
Is to me a mighty SHIELD:
While the Scripture-truths are sure,
From his malice I'm secure.
5 Vain his threats to overcome me,
When I take the Spirit's sword;
Then with ease I drive him from me:
Satan trembles at the Word:
"Tis a sword for conquest made,
Keen the edge, and strong the blade.
6 Shall I envy then the miser,
Doating on his golden store?
Sure I am, or should be wiser,
I am rich, 'tis he is poor:
JESUS gives me in His Word,
FOOD and MED'CINE, SHIELD and SWORD.
1 GOD, in the Gospel of His SON, Makes His eternal counsels known; "Tis here His richest mercy shines, And truth is drawn in fairest lines.
2 Here sinners of an humble frame May taste His grace, and learn His Name; "Tis writ in characters of blood, Severely just, immensely good.
3 Here JESUS, in ten thousand ways,
His soul-attracting charms displays,
Recounts His poverty and pains,
And tells His love in melting strains.
4 Wisdom it's dictates here imparts,
To form our minds, to cheer our hearts:
It's influence makes the sinner live,
It bids the drooping saint revive.
5 Our raging passions it controls,
And comfort yields to contrite souls;
It brings a better world in view,
And guides us all our journey through.
6 May this blest volume ever lie,
Close to my heart, and near my eye,
Till life's last hour my soul engage,
And be my chosen heritage!
1 THE Law commands, and makes us know
What duties to our GOD we owe:
But 'tis the Gospel must reveal
Where lies our strength to do His will.
2 The Law discovers guilt and sin,
And shows how vile our hearts have been;
Only the Gospel can express
Forgiving love and cleansing grace.
3 What curses doth the Law denounce
Against the man that fails but once!
But in the Gospel CHRIST appears,
Pard'ning the guilt of num'rous years.
4 My soul, no more attempt to draw
Thy life and comfort from the Law;
Fly to the hope the Gospel gives;
That man that trusts the promise, lives.
Gospel of Christ. Power of God unto Salvation.
1 WHAT shall the dying sinner do
That seeks relief for all his woe?
Where shall the guilty conscience find
Ease for the torment of the mind?
2 How shall we get our crimes forgiv'n?
Or form our natures fit for heav'n?
In vain we search, in vain we try,
Till JESUS brings His Gospel nigh.
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