Alas! Elisha’s servant cried, When he the Syrian army spied, But he was soon released from care… In answer to the prophet’s prayer. Straitway he saw, with other eyes,

Though in the outward church below The wheat and tares together grow; Jesus ere long will weed the crop, And pluck the tares, in anger, up. Will it relieve their horrors ther…

How lost was my condition Till Jesus made me whole! There is but one physician Can cure a sin-sick soul Next door to death he found me,

Behold the throne of grace! The promise calls me near; There Jesus shows a smiling face, And waits to answer prayer. That rich atoning blood,

What a mournful life is mine, Fill with crosses, pains and cares… Every work defiled with sin, Every step beset with snares! If alone I pensive fit,

Fervent persevering prayers Are faith’s assured resource, Brazen gates, and iron bars, In vain withstand their force: Peter when in prison cast,

Now may He who from the dead Brought the Shepherd of the sheep… Jesus Christ, our King and Head, All our souls in safety keep! May He teach us to fulfill

Could the creatures help or ease u… Seldom should we think of prayer; Few, if any, come to Jesus, Till reduced to self-dispair: Long we either slight or doubt him…

’Tis a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought; Do I love the Lord, or no? Am I his, or am I not? If I love, why am I thus?

Physician of my sin-sick soul, To thee I bring my case; My raging malady control, And heal me by thy grace. Pity the anguish I endure,

Though troubles assail And dangers affright, Though friends should all fail And foes all unite; Yet one thing secures us,

Martha her love and joy expressed By care to entertain her guest; While Mary sat to hear her Lord, And could not bear to lose a word. The principle in both the same,

Strange and mysterious is my life, What opposites I feel within! A stable peace, a constant strife, The rule of grace, the pow’r of si… Too often I am captive led,

What think you of Christ? is the… To try both your state and your sc… You cannot be right in the rest, Unless you think rightly of him. As Jesus appears in your view,

Sweeter sounds than music knows Charm me in Immanuel’s name; All her hopes my spirit owes To his birth, and cross, and shame… When he came, the angels sung,