MATTHEW. HYMN LXXXI. The Beggar. Chap. vii. 7, 8. 1 ENCOURAG'D by thy word No hand, no heart, O Lord, but thine, 2 The beggar's usual plea, Relief from men to gain, I know thou would'st disdain; And pleas which move thy gracious ear, Are such as men would scorn to hear. 3 I have no right to say, That though I now am poor, Thou know'st that, from my very birth, If thou should'st leave my soul to starve, 5 'Twere folly to pretend I never begg'd before; Or if thou now befriend, I'll trouble thee no more: Thou often hast reliev'd my pain, 6 Though crumbs are much too good No less than children's food O do not frown and bid me go, 7 Nor can I willing be 8 Thy thoughts, thou only wise! Above the earth extend:* Such pleas as mine men would not hear, But God receives a beggar's prayer. HYMN LXXXII. The Leper. Chap. viii. 2, 3. 1 Orr as the leper's case I read, My own describ'd I feel; Sin is a leprosy indeed, Which none but Christ can heal. Isaiah lv. 8, 9. 2 A while I would have pass'd for well, And strove my spots to hide: Till it broke out incurable, Too plain to be denied. 3 Then from the saints I thought to flee, I thought they all would point at me, 4 What anguish did my soul endure 5 While thus I lay distress'd, I saw To him, though fill'd with shame and awe, 6 Lord, thou canst heal me if thou wilt, O cleanse my leprous soul from guilt, 7 He heard, and, with a gracious look, "I will,-be clean:" and while he spoke, I felt my health restor❜d. 8 Come, lepers, seize the present hour, He can relieve, for he is power; HYMN LXXXIII. A sick Soul. Chap. ix. 12. 1 PHYSICIAN of my sin-sick soul, 2 Pity the anguish I endure, 3 I would disclose my whole complaint, But where shall I begin? No words of mine can fully paint 4 It lies not in a single part, 5 It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind, And impotent and lame; And overclouds, and fills my mind 6 A thousand evil thoughts intrude, 7 Lord, I am sick, regard my cry, HYMN LXXXIV. Satan returning. Chap. xii. 43-45. 1 WHEN Jesus claims the sinner's heart, And dares return no more. 2 But when he goes without constraint, 3 Some outward change perhaps is seen, But though the house seem swept and clean, 4 Except the Saviour dwell and reign 5 With rage, and malice seven-fold, No more by checks to be control'd, 6 The sinner's former state was bad, He lives possessed, blind, and mad, 7 Lord save me from this dreadful end, O drive and keep away the fiend, HYMN LXXXV. The Sower. Chap. xiii. 3. 1 YE sons of earth, prepare the plough, 3 The thorny ground is sure to baulk 4 The beaten path and high-way side 5 But where the Lord of grace and power 6 Father of mercies, we have need Of thy preparing grace: Let the same hand that gives the seed Provide a fruitful place. HYMN LXXXVI. C. The Wheat and Tares. Chap. xiii. 37—42, 1 THOUGH in the outward church below The wheat and tares together grow, Jesus ere long will weed the crop, 2 Will it relieve their horrors there, How much they heard, how much they knew, How long amongst the wheat they grew? 3 0 this will aggravate their case, 4 We seem alike when thus we meet, 5 The tares are spar'd for various ends, 6 But though they grow so tall and strong. HYMN LXXXVII. 1 A WORD from Jesus calms the sea, 2 To Peter on the waves he came, 3 Then, fill'd with wonder, joy, and love, Peter's request was mine: Lord, call me down, I long to prove 4 Unmov'd at all I have to meet 5 He heard and smil'd, and bid me try: I eagerly obeyed; But when from him I turn'd my eye, 6 The storm increas'd on ev'ry side, And soon, with Peter, loud I cried, 66 7 Kindly he caught me by the hand, And said, "Why dost thou fear? Since thou art come to my command. And I am always near. 8 "Upon my promise rest thy hope, I stand engag'd to hold thee up, HYMN LXXXVIII. Woman of Canaan. Chap. xv. 22—28. 2 When the woman came from Tyre, 3 Could she guess at his intent, Dogs must not have children's bread." 4 She was not of Israel's seed, But of Canaan's wretched race, Thought herself a dog indeed: Was not this a hopeless case? 5 Yet although from Canaan sprung, Though a dog herself she styl'd, She had Israel's faith and tongue, And was own'd for Abrah'm's child. 6 From his words she draws a plea: "Though unworthy children's bread, 'Tis enough for one like me If with crumbs I may be fed." 7 Jesus then his heart reveal'd: HYMN LXXXIX. What think ye of Christ? Chap. xxii. 42. 1 WHAT think ye of Christ? is the test To try both your state and your scheme, You cannot be right in the rest, Unless you think rightly of him. As Jesus appears in your view, As he is beloved or not; So God is disposed to you, And mercy or wrath is your lot. 2 Some take him a creature to be, A man, or an angel at most; I durst not confide in his blood, 3 Some call him a Saviour, in word, They purpose to make up full weight, 5 If ask'd, what of Jesus I think? HYMN XC. The foolish Virgins.* Chap. xxv. 1. 2 Foolish virgins then will wake, 3 Wise they are, and truly blest, 4 If they then presume to plead, 66 5 0 that none who worship here May hear that word, “Depart," Lord, impress a godly fear On each professor's heart: Book III. Hymn Ixxii. HYMN XCI. Peter sinning and repenting. 1 WHEN Peter boasted, soon he fell, 2 A voice it has, and helping hand, And cautions those who think they stand, 3 He said, "Whatever others do, Yet soon, amidst a murd'rous crew, His suffering Lord denied. 4 He who had been so bold before, Now trembled like a leaf; Not only lied, but curs'd and swore, To gain the more belief. 5 When he blasphem'd, he heard the cock, And Jesus look'd in love; At once, as if by lightning struck, 6 Deliver'd thus from Satan's snare, His Saviour's look he could not bear, 7 But sure the faithful cock had crow'd Had not the Lord that look bestow'd, 8 As I, like Peter, vows have made, So conscience, like the cock, upbraids 9 Lord Jesus, hear a sinner's cry, My broken peace renew; MARK. HYMN XCII. 3 "Satan, though thou fain wouldst have it. Thus he spoke, while Satan trembled, 4 Thus my frantic soul he healed, 5 "Love," he said, "will sweeten labours, Thou hast something yet to do; Go and tell your friends and neighbours HYMN XCIII. The Ruler's Daughter raised. 1 COULD the creatures help or ease us, Long we either slight or doubt him; 2 Thus the ruler, when his daughter Though he mourn'd for her condition, Till he found that no physician But himself could help afford. The Legion dispossessed. Chap. v. 18, 19. 3 Jesus did not once upbraid him, 1 LEGION was my name by nature, Satan rag'd within my breast; Never misery was greater, Never sinner more possess'd: Mischievous to all around me, To myself the greatest foe; Thus I was when Jesus found me, Fill'd with madness, sin, and woe. 2 Yet in this forlorn condition, When he came to set me free, I replied to my Physician, "What have I to do with thee?" But he would not be prevented, Rescu'd me against my will; Had he staid till I consented.. I had been a captive still. That he had no sooner come; But a gracious answer made him, Yet his faith was put to trial, When his servants came, and said, 66 Though he gave thee no denial. "Tis too late, the child is dead." 4 Jesus, to prevent his grieving, 66 Book III. Hymn liv 5 0 thou meek and lowly Saviour, HYMN XCIV. But one Loaf* Chap. viii. 14. 1 WHEN the disciples crossed the lake With but one loaf on board, How strangely did their hearts mistake 2 "The leaven of the Pharisees Beware," the Saviour said: 3 It seems they had forgotten too, What their own eyes had view'd; 4 If five small loaves, by his command, The House of Prayer. Chap. xi. 17. 2 Devoted as it is to thee, A thievish swarm frequents this place; 6 And if thou make thy temple shine, HYMN XCVII. C. The blasted Fig-Tree. Chap. xi. 20. 1 ONE awful word which Jesus spoke Against the tree which bore no fruit, More piercing than the lightning's stroke, Blasted and dried it to the root. 2 But could a tree the Lord offend To make him show his anger thus? He surely had a farther end, To be a warning word to us. 3 The fig-tree by its leaves was known; But having not a fig to show, It brought a heavy sentence down, "Let none hereafter on thee grow." 4 Too many, who the gospel hear, Whom Satan blinds, and sin deceives, We to this fig-tree may compare, They yield no fruit, but only leaves. |