SPIRITUAL HEALING.

And Jesus went about healing all manner of sickness, and all manner of disease among the people. Matthew 4: 23.

YE mourning sinners, here disclose

Your deep complaints, your various woes;
Approach, 't is Jesus; he can heal

The pains which mourning sinners feel.

That hand, which can assuage

The burning fever's restless stage;
That hand, omnipotent and kind,

Can cool the fever of the mind.

Dear Lord, we wait thy healing hand;
Diseases fly at thy command;

O, let thy sovereign touch impart

Life, strength, and health to every heart.

'WILT THOU BE MADE WHOLE?'

John 5: 6.

BEHOLD, the great Physician stands,
Whose skill is ever sure;

And loud he calls to dying men,

And free he offers cure.

And will ye hear his gracious voice,
While sore diseased ye lie?

Or will ye all his grace despise,
And trifle till ye die?

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 3: 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,
Life and health one look can give.

Jesus, on that cross suspended,
Died to expiate thy guilt;

Satisfied God's law offended,

Saved thee by the blood he spilt;

To the cross look up, and live,
Life and health one look can give.

God will, for his sake, forgive thee,
Boldly through his name apply;
Perfect soundness he will give thee,
If on him be fixed thine eye;

To the cross look up, and live,
Life and health one look can give.

JEHOVAH ROPHI.

I am the Lord that healeth thee.- Exodus 15: 26.
HEAL us, Emmanuel, here we are,
Waiting to feel thy touch;
Deep-wounded souls to thee repair,
And, Saviour, we are such.

Our faith is feeble, we confess,
We faintly trust thy word;
But wilt thou pity us the less?
Be that far from thee, Lord!

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,

She would have shunned thy view,
And if her faith was firm and strong,
Had strong misgivings, too.

Like her, with hopes and fears we come,
To touch thee, if we may;

O, send us not despairing home,
Send none unhealed away.

CRYING TO GOD.

O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee. —

To thee, to thee I cry;

O, let my supplication

Arrest thine ear on high.
Distresses round me thicken,

My life draws nigh the grave;
Descend, O Lord, to quicken,
Descend, my soul to save.

Thy wrath lies hard upon me,
Thy billows o'er me roll;
My friends all seem to shun me,
And foes beset my soul;

Where'er on earth I turn me,
No comforter is near;

Wilt thou, my Father, spurn me?
Wilt thou refuse to hear?

No banished and heart-broken,
My soul still clings to thee;
The promise thou hast spoken,
Still, still my refuge be;
So present ills and terrors
May future joy increase,

And scourge me from my errors,
To duty, hope, and peace.

BALM IN GILEAD.

Is there no balm in Gilead; is there no physician there? - Jeremiah 8:22.

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 !

Come, eat and drink-to-morrow we must die!'

So, in his desperate mood, the fool hath spoken –
The fool, whose heart hath said, 'There is no
God;'

But for the stricken heart, the spirit broken,
There's balm in Gilead yet. The very rod,