THE VISITATION OF THE SICK.
And love and sorrow still to Thee may 529 TELL me the old, eld story,
come,
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And find a hiding- place, a rest, a
Therefore we come, Thy gentle call obeying, [ Thy feet;
And lay our sins and sorrows at On everlasting strength our weakness staying, [ ness complete: Clothed in Thy robe of righteousThen rising and refresh'd we leave Thy throne,
Of unseen things above. Of Jesus and His glory, Of Jesus and His love. Tell me the story simply, As to a little child, For I am weak and weary, And helpless and defiled. Tell me the story slowly,
That I may take it in: That wonderful redemption, God's remedy for sin.
And follow on to know as we are known. Amen.
527 THOU art my hiding- place,
In Thee I put my trust, Encouraged by Thy holy word, A feeble child of dust. I have no argument beside, I urge no other plea, And' tis enough my Saviour died, My Saviour died for me.
When storms of fierce temptation And furious foes assail,
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Tell me the story often, For I forget so soon; The early dew of morning Has passed away at noon. Tell me the story softly,
With earnest tones and grave; Remember, I'm the sinner
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Whom Jesus came to save. Tell me that story always, If you would really be, In any time of trouble,
A comforter to me. Tell me the same old story,
When you have cause to fear That this world's empty glory Is costing me too dear. Yes, and when that world's glory Is dawning on my soul, Tell me the old, old story:
" Christ Jesus makes thee whole." Amen,
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My refuge is the mercy- seat, My hope within the veil. From strife of tongues and bitter My spirit flies to Thee; Joy to my heart the thought affords, My Saviour died for me. Mid trials, heavy to be borne, When mortal strength is vain, A heart with grief and anguish torn, A body rack'd with pain ,
Ah what could give the sufferer rest, 530 LORD, it belongs not to my
every
flee,
But this, the witness in my breast,
care, Whether I die or live:
My Saviour died for me.
To love and serve Thee is my share, And this Thy grace must give.
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Christ leads me through no darker
And when Thine awful voice comThis body to decay, And life in its last lingering sands Is ebbing fast away ,Then, though it be in accents weak, And faint and tremblingly, Chgive me strength in death to speak, My Saviour died for me. Amen. 528 WISH not, dear friends, my pain away;
Wish me a wise and thankful heart, With God in all my griefs to stay, Nor from His lov'd correction start. The dearest offering He can crave His portion in our souls to prove, What is it to the gift He gave,
My knowledge of that life is small; The eye of faith is dim;
But' tis enough that Christ knows all, And I shall be with Him. Amen.
The only Son of His dear love? In life's long sickness evermore to fro: We change our posture over and over, 531 I'M kneeling at the threshold,
But cannot rest, nor cheat our woe. Were it not better to lie still.[ rod; Let Him strike home, and bless the Never so safe, as when our will Yields undiscern'd by all but God?
Aweary, faint, and sore; I'm waiting for the dawning, For the opening of the door; I'm waiting till the Master
Shall bid me rise and come To the glory of His presence, The gladness of His home.
Amen.
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Than He went through before, And he that to God's kingdom comes Must enter by this door. Come, Lord, when grace hath made Thy blessèd face to see:[ me meet
For if Thy work on earth be sweet, What will Thy glory be! Then I shall end my sad complaints, And weary sinful days, And join with the triumphant sainta That sing Jehovah's praise.