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Music by MRS. JOSEPH F. KNAPP, by per.

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323 1 Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchased of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
CHO. This is my story, this is my song,

Praising my Saviour all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long.
2 Perfect submission, perfect delight,
Visions of rapture burst on my sight,
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.-Cho
3 Perfect submission, all is at rest,
I in my Saviour am happy and blest,
Watching and waiting, looking above,

Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.-Cho.

Adapted from SCHUMANN, by L. F. SNOW, by per.

324 1 I shall not want: in deserts wild

Thou spread'st Thy table for Thy child;
While grace in streams for thirsting souls,
Through earth and heaven forever rolls.
2 I shall not want: my darkest night
Thy loving smile shall fill with light,
While promises around me bloom,
And cheer me with divine perfume.

3 I shall not want: Thy righteousness
My soul shall clothe with glorious dress.
My blood-washed robe shall be more fair
Than garments kings or angels wear.

4 I shall not want: whate'er is good
Of daily bread or angel's food
Shall to my Father's child be sure
So long as earth and heaven endure.

THE LORD OF LIFE.
325 1 Sun of our Life! Thy wakening ray
Sheds on our path the glow of day;
Star of our hope! Thy softened light
Cheers the long watches of the night.
2 Our midnight is Thy smile withdrawn;
Our roontide is Thy gracious dawn;
Our rainbow's arch Thy mercy's sign;
All, save the clouds of sin, are Thine.

3 Lord of all life, below, above,

Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love;
Before Thy ever blazing throne

We have no lustre of our own.

4 Grant us Thy truth to make us free,

And kindling hearts that burn for Thee,

Till all Thy living altars claim

One holy light, one heavenly flame.

Words by MRS. PHOEBE PALMER.

MRS. JOSEPH F. KNAPP, by per.

CHORUS.

326 1 Oh, now I see the crimson wave,
The fountain deep and wide;
Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save
Points to His wounded side.

CHO. The cleansing stream I see, I see!
I plunge, and oh, it cleanseth me;
Oh, praise the Lord, it cleanseth me!
It cleanseth me, yes, cleanseth me!

2 I see the new creation rise,

I hear the speaking blood;

It speaks! polluted nature dies!

Sinks! 'neath the cleansing flood.-Cho.

3 I rise to walk in heaven's own light,
Above the world and sin,

With heart made pure, and garments white,
And Christ enthron'd within.-Cho.

4 Amazing grace! 'tis heaven below

To feel the blood applied;

And Jesus, only Jesus know,
My Jesus crucified.--Cho.