2 Art thou not mine, my living Lord? 3 If my immortal Saviour lives, 5 Here, O my soul, thy trust repose; Not death itself, that last of foes, 61. The Light of his People. 8-7. The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light; they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined.-ISAIAH ix. 2. LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling Borders on the shades of death, Come, and by thy love's revealing, Dissipate the clouds beneath! The new heav'n and earth's creator, 3 Save us in thy great compassion, 62. Melchisedec. C. M. Whither the forerunner is for us entered, even JESUS, made an High Priest for ever, after the order of Melchisedec.-HEB. vi. 20. JESU, Redeemer, dying Lamb! No sound so charming as thy name, 20 may we ever hear thy voice, And in our Priest shall we rejoice, 3 JESUS shall be our joyful theme, 4 When we appear in yonder cloud Then will we sing more sweet, and loud, And JESUS be our song. 63. Physician of Souls. L. M. Is there no balm in Gilead, is there no Physician there? JER. viii. 22. DEEP are the wounds which sin has made, Where shall the sinner find a cure? 2 Sin, like a raging fever reigns G 3 And can no sov'reign balm be found? And is no kind Physician nigh To ease the pain, and heal the wound, Ere life and hope for ever fly? 4 There is a great Physician near; Look up, O fainting soul, and live: See, in his boundless grace appear Such ease as nature cannot give! 5 See, in the Saviour's dying blood, Life, health, and bliss, abundant flow; 'Tis only this dear sacred flood Can ease thy pain and heal thy woe. 6 Sin throws in vain its pointed dart; 64. The Portion of his People. C.M. The Lord is my portion saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.-LAM. iii. 24. FROM pole to pole, let others roam, 2 JESUS, who on his glorious throne 3 His grace and mercy fix my love, i 4 His word of promise is my food, Thus daily is my strength renew'd, 5 For him, I count as gain each loss, 65. Precious to his People. C.M. Unto you, therefore, which believe, he is precious.1 PETER i. 7. JESUS, I love thy charming name, "Tis music to my ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud 2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul! 3 All my capacious powers can wish, Nor to my eyes is light so dear, |