1 Why so cast down, dejected soul?
A loving Christ is near;
Thy broken bones he can make whole,
And drooping spirit cheer.
2 If guilty stings thy conscience feel,
And pierce thee through and through,
Yet past backslidings Christ can heal,
And love thee freely too.
3 If justice draw its flaming sword,
And seems intent to kill,
On Jesus call, and trust his word,
And thou shalt praise him still.
4 Thy soul with tempests may be tossed,
And Satan sorely thrust;
Yet sure no soul shall e’er be lost
Who makes the Lord his trust.
5 Dear Jesus, show thy smiling face,
And Calvary’s peace impart,
Display the power of saving grace,
And cheer a troubled heart.
6 Refresh his eye with sweeter light,
And whisper in his ear,
“Thy soul is precious in my sight,
No need thou hast to fear.”
Source: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #714
Berridge, John, born at Kingston, Notis, March 1, 1716, and educated at Clare Hall, Cambridge. In 1749 he was ordained as curate to the parish of Stapleford, near Cambridge, and in 1755 he was preferred to the Vicarage of Everton, where he died Jan. 22, 1793. His epitaph, written by himself for his own tombstone (with date of death filled in), is an epitome of his life. It reads:—
" Here lies the remains of John Berridge, late Vicar of Everton, and an itinerate servant of Jesus Christ, who loved his Master and His work; and after running on His errands for many years, was caught up to wait on Him above. Reader! art thou born again? (No salvation without a new birth.) I was born in sin, February, 1716; remained ignorant of my fallen sta… Go to person page >
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