Approach, 't is Jesus; he can heal That hand, which can assuage The burning fever's restless stage; Dear Lord, we wait thy healing hand; O, let thy sovereign touch impart Life, strength, and health to every heart! DODDRIDGE. "WILT THOU BE MADE WHOLE." John v. 6. BEHOLD, the great Physician stands, And loud he calls to dying men, And will ye hear his gracious voice, Blest Jesus, speak the healing word, And inward vigor give ; Then, raised by energy divine, Shall helpless mortals live. LOOK AND LIVE. "As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of Man be lifted up."— John iii. 14. SUFFERER art thou conscience-stricken, Deeply now convinced of sin, Powerless thy dead soul to quicken, By the serpent stung within? To the cross look up, and live, Jesus, on that cross suspended, Saved thee by the blood he spilt; To the cross look up, and live, God will, for his sake, forgive thee, JEHOVAH ROPHI. "I am the Lord that healeth thee."- Exod. xv. 26. HEAL us, Emmanuel! here we are, Our faith is feeble, we confess, Remember him who once applied, 'With trembling, for relief; “Lord, I believe!" with tears he cried, "O, help my unbelief!" She, too, who touched thee in the press, And healing virtue stole, Was answered," Daughter, go in peace, Thy faith hath made thee whole " Concealed amid the gathering throng, Like her, with hopes and fears we come, O, send us not despairing home, COWPER. CRYING TO GOD. "O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee." - Ps lxxxviii. 1. LORD GOD of my salvation! Arrest thine ear on high! My life draws nigh the grave; Thy wrath lies hard upon me, No comforter is near; Wilt thou, my Father, spurn me? No! banished and heart-broken, May future joy increase, And scourge me from my errors, LYTE. BALM IN GILEAD. "Is there no balm in Gilead? is there no physician there?" — Jer. viii. 22. "GIVE me the voice of mirth, the sound of laughter, The sparkling glance of pleasure's roving eye: The past is past· avaunt, thou dark hereafter! So, in his desperate mood, the fool hath spoken,- If we but kiss it, as the stroke descendeth, |