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are when the listless mind can not grasp the beauty of the idea, or follow the inequalities of the rhyme—times when an old verse of Watts or of Doddridge, learned in childhood by the knee of the dead mother, or heard many a year ago in the old church far away by the homestead in the shadow of the hills, will go right past the sickness and the sinking, and thrill through the parting soul, as if it caught already the melodies of heaven. There is, therefore, little novelty in this collection—little has been sought after. The meditations are principally from the pens of old divines ; the greater number of the hymns, those which have been long endeared to the hearts of God's people, and it is hoped that they may still be to them, and to other, as wells of living waters, from which many a thirsty soul may draw refreshment in the hour of need.
H. L. P. CROTON, Oct. 1859.
HYMNS FOR THE SICK-ROOM.
"Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt; and the form of the fourth is liko the Son of God.” – Daniel 3 : 25.
“ So the Christian is not alone when he is cast into the furnace of affliction; though all things may seem arrayed against him, one walketh with him whose form is the likeness of the Son of God."
AND wilt thou now forsake
What thou hast been to me.
Through all the changing scenes of life
Thy love hath sheltered me;
I feel it can not be.
Thy love hath been my heritage
Through many a weary year;
And thou hast dried each tear.
In life or death, I take my stand
Where I have ever stood,
And trusting to thy blood.
And then when youth, and health, and strength,
And energy have fled,
And when in all the helplessness
Of death I turn to thee,
“ Unto you therefore which believe he is precious.”—1 Pet. 2:7.
"Heaven is, in some sort, dearer to us than to Noah—that Christ is there not only as God, but as God and man.”
Oh! speak of Jesus! other names
Have lost for me their interest now;
To be an antidote for woe;
As perfect God, and perfect man,
As he wrought out the wondrous plan,
For us he lived, for us he died;
The Lord, Jehovah-Jesus, cried :
That death of shame and agony
Can listen to a human voice,
Will bid me e'en in death rejoice;
“ All my springs are in thee."-Ps. 87:7.
“As Israel's water-springs were in Canaan, so the believer's springs are above in his heavenly inheritance; therefore, if thy springs of comfort be but few, consider that thou art yet in the wilderness.”
me, O thou great Jehovah :
Hold me with thy powerful hand :
Open thou the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Lead me all my journey through:
Feed me with the heavenly manna
In this barren wilderness ;
Be my sword and shield and banner,
Be my robe of righteousness :
anxious fears subside ;
Land me safe on Canaan's side :
“Is his mercy clean gone forever ? doth his promise fail for evermore p"-Ps. 77 : 7. “I will never leave thee nor forsake thee.” – Heb. 13:5.
“The sympathy of the head with the members is quick, constant, tender, perfect. Such is the sympathy of Jesus. Suffering one, Christ alone can suitably sympathize with thee; because he alone can so sympathize as to sustain, sanctify thy sufferings, and certainly and honorably deliver thee."
Pensive, doubting, fearful heart,
Hear what Christ the Saviour says;
Change thy mourning into praise :
May he help thee to believe !
Thou hast little cause to grieve.
All thy sorrows soon shall end :
Am thy husband and thy friend :