Think on us, who think on Thee,
Every burdened soul release;
O remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace!
2. By Thine agonizing pain,
And bloody sweat, we pray;
By Thy dying love to man,
Take all our sins away;
Burst our bonds and set us free,
From all sin do Thou release;
O remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace!
3. Let Thy blood, by faith applied,
The sinner's pardon seal;
Own us freely justified,
And all our sickness heal;
By Thy passion on the tree,
Let our griefs and troubles cease;
O remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace!
1. THOU, O Lord, in tender love,
Dost all my burdens bear;
Lift my heart to things above,
And fix it ever there.
Calm on tumult's wheel I sit,
'Midst busy multitudes alone;
Sweetly waiting at Thy feet,
Till all Thy will be done.
2. Careful without care I am,
Nor feel my happy toil!
Kept in peace by Jesus' name,
Supported by His smile.
Joyful thus my faith to show,
I find His service my reward;
Every work I do below,
I do it to the Lord.
3. To the desert or the cell,
Let others blindly fly,
In this evil world I dwell,
Unhurt, unspotted I.
Here I find a house of prayer,
To which I inwardly retire;
Walking unconcerned in care,
And unconsumed in fire.
1. 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,
And snatched me from the grave,
To tell to all around me
His wondrous power to save.
2. The worst of all diseases
Is light compared with sin;
On every part it seizes,
But rages most within;
'Tis palsy, plague, and fever,
And madness, all combined;
And none but a believer
The least relief can find.
3. From men, great skill professing,
I thought a cure to gain;
But this proved more distressing,
And added to my pain.
Some said that nothing ailed me,
Some gave me up for lost;
Thus every refuge failed me,
And all my hopes were crossed.
4. At length, this great Physician-
How matchless is His grace!
Accepted my petition,
And undertook my case;
First gave me sight to view Him→
For sin my sight had sealed-
Then bade me look unto Him;
I looked, and I was healed.
5. A dying, risen Jesus,
Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from danger frees us,
And saves the soul from death.
Come, then, to this Physician;
His help He'll freely give;
He makes no hard condition;
'Tis only-look and live!
1. O WHEN shall I see Jesus,
And reign with Him above;
And from that flowing fountain,
Drink everlasting love?
When shall I be delivered
From this vain world of sin,
And with my blessed Jesus,
Drink endless pleasures in?
2. But now I am a soldier,
My Captain's gone before;
He's given me my orders,
And bid me not give o'er;
And since He has proved faithful,
A righteous crown He'll give,
And all His valiant soldiers
Eternal life shall have.
3. Whene'er you meet with troubles
And trials on your way,
O! cast your care on Jesus,
And don't forget to pray.
Gird on the heavenly armor
Of faith, and hope, and love;
Then, when the combat's ended,
He'll carry you above.
1. To Thee, my God and Saviour,
My heart exulting springs,
Rejoicing in Thy favor,
Almighty King of kings:
I'll celebrate Thy glory
With all the saints above,
And tell the wondrous story
Of Thy redeeming love.
2. Soon as the morn with roses
Bedecks the dewy east,
And when the sun reposes
Upon the ocean's breast;
My voice in supplication,
Jehovah, Thou shalt hear;
O grant me Thy salvation,
And to my soul draw near.
3. By Thee, through life supported,
I pass the dangerous road,
With heavenly hosts escorted
Up to their bright abode;
There cast my crown before Thee,
My toils and conflicts o'er,
And day and night adore Thee—
What can an angel more?
1. FROM ev'ry earthly pleasure,
From ev'ry transient joy,
From ev'ry mortal treasure
That soon will fade and die
No longer these desiring,
Upward our wishes tend,
To nobler bliss aspiring,
And joys that never end.
2. What though we are but strangers,
And sojourners below,
And countless snares and dangers
Surround the path we go?
Though painful and distressing,
Yet there's a rest above,
And onward still we 're pressing
To reach that land of love.
1. Is this the kind return?
Are these the thanks we owe?
Thus to abuse eternal Love,
Whence all our blessings flow.
2. To what a stubborn frame
Has sin reduced our mind!
What strange, rebellious wretches we,
And God is strangely kind!
3. On us He bids the sun
Shed his reviving rays;
For us the skies their circles run,
To lengthen out our days.
4. Turn, turn us mighty God,
And mold our souls afresh;
Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone,
And give us hearts of flesh.
5. Let past ingratitude
Provoke our weeping eyes,
And hourly, as new mercies fall,
Let hourly thanks arise.
1. AH! whither should I go,
Burdened, and sick, and faint?
To whom should I my troubles show,
And pour out my complaint?
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