Mine be that holy, humble tribulation,

No longer feigned distress, — fantastic woe;
I know my griefs, but then my consolation,
My trust, and my immortal hopes, I know.

CAROLINE Bowles.

THE GREAT PHYSICIAN.

"I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee, saith the Lord.”— Jer. xxx. 17.

TELL me of that great Physician,

Will he undertake my cure?

Will he freely grant admission

To an applicant so poor?

None but Jesus

Can to such relief insure.

I have not one plea to proffer,

Why such grace I should partake;

No inducement can I offer,

No requital can I make;

None but Jesus

Heals for his own mercy's sake.

Yet I know that he has granted
Cures to thousands such as I;
Given them freely all they wanted,
Without money let them buy;
None but Jesus

Every want could thus supply.

Let me go and spread before him
All my symptoms, all my fears ;
Deeply, gratefully adore him,

While my trembling heart he cheers:

None but Jesus

Wipes away the sufferer's tears.

CRYING TO JESUS.

"When they heard that Jesus passed by, they cried out, saying, Have mercy on us, thou Son of David!"- Matt. xx. 30.

DISEASED in body, mind, and soul,
Pass me not, my Saviour, by;

One word of thine can make me whole,
O, speak that word, and grief shall fly!

Full, rich, unmerited, and free,

Thy grace, O Lord, for ever flows;
Such only can suffice for me,

Thy peace alone can give repose.

Lord, for that peace I watch and wait;
When will the bursting morn appear?
Raise me above this gloomy state,

Give peace and praise for doubt and fear.

SAVIOUR OF THE DYING THIEF.

"And Jesus said unto him, Verily, I say unto thee, to-day shalt thou be with me in paradise."- Luke xxiii. 43.

JESUS saved the dying thief,-
Welcome news for one like me!
Now I know there is relief,

When the world no hope can see:
Saved by grace, by sovereign grace,
By the cross I'll take my place.

Saviour of the dying thief,

Lo! a wretch as vile as he,
Filled with shame, remorse, and grief,
Draws his hope, O Lord, from thee:
In the view of so much grace,
Can despair at all have place?

Nothing but the richest grace

Could relieve a wretch like me;
This alone could reach my case,

And I see this grace in thee:
Saviour of the dying thief!
In thy love I find relief.

THE FOUNTAIN.

"In that day there shall be a fountain opened to the house of David, and to the inhabitants of Jerusalem, for sin and for uncleanness."- Zech. xiii. 1.

COME to Calvary's holy mountain,
Sinners! ruined by the fall;
Here a pure and healing fountain
Flows to you, to me, to all,
In a full, perpetual tide,
Opened when the Saviour died.

Come, in poverty and meanness,
Come, defiled without, within;
From infection and uncleanness,
From the leprosy of sin,

Wash your robes and make them white;
Ye shall walk with God in light.

Come, in sorrow and contrition,
Wounded, impotent, and blind;
Here the guilty, free remission,
Here the troubled, peace may find:
Health this fountain will restore;
He that drinks will thirst no more.

He that drinks shall live for ever;

"T is a soul-renewing flood;

God is faithful,- God will never
Break his covenant in blood,
Signed when our Redeemer died,
Sealed when he was glorified!

MONTGOMERY.

COME UNTO ME.

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"Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you

- Matt. xi. 28.

WITH tearful eyes I look around,

Life seems a dark and stormy sea;
Yet 'midst the gloom I hear a sound,
A heavenly whisper, "Come to me!"

It tells me of a place of rest,

It tells me where my soul may flee ;
O, to the weary, faint, oppressed,

How sweet the bidding, "Come to me."

When nature shudders, loth to part,
From all I love, enjoy, and see;

When a faint chill steals o'er my heart,
A sweet voice utters, "Come to me!"

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Come, for all else must fail and die;
Earth is no resting-place for thee;
Heavenward direct thy weeping eye,
I am thy portion, "Come to me ! "