2 Here is my heart! so hard before, But now by thy rich grace made meet; Yet bruised and sad, it can but pour Its tears and anguish at thy feet: It groans beneath the weight of sin, It sighs salvation’s joy to win. 3 Here is my heart! its longings end In Christ as near his cross it draws; It says, “Thou art my rest, my Friend, Thy precious blood my ransom was;” In thee, the Saviour, it has found That peace and blessedness abound. 349 L. M. 6 lines. Bethesda. Around Bethesda’s healing wave, Waiting to hear the rustling wind Which spoke the angel nigh, who gave Its virtue to that holy spring, With patience and with hope endued, Were seen the gathered multitude. 2 Bethesda’s pool has lost its power! No angel, by his glad descent Dispenses that diviner dower Which with its healing waters went; But he, whose word surpassed its wave, Is still omnipotent to save. 3 Saviour! thy love is still the same As when that healing word was spoke; Still in thine all-redeeming name Dwells power to burst the strongest yoke! O, be that power, that love, displayed, Help those whom thou alone canst aid. 350 L. M. 6 lines. Come unto me, all ye that labor. Matt. 11:28. Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan Hath taught each scene the notes of woe; Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, And let thy tears forget to flow: Behold, the precious balm is found To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound. 2 Come, freely come, by sin oppressed; On Jesus cast thy weighty load; In him thy refuge find, thy rest, Safe in the mercy of thy God: Thy God’s thy Saviour—glorious word! O, hear, believe, and bless the Lord! 351 L. M. The Star of Bethlehem. When marshaled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner’s wandering eye. 2 Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem; But one alone the Saviour speaks— It is the Star of Bethlehem. 3 Once on the raging seas I rode; The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze; Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose— It was the Star of Bethlehem. 5 It was my guide, my light, my all; It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger’s thrall, It led me to the port of peace. 6 Now safely moored, my perils o’er, I’ll sing, first in night’s diadem, For ever, and for evermore, The Star—the Star of Bethlehem.