42.

I BEAR Upon my brow the sign
Of sorrow and of pain ;
Alas! no hopeful Cross is mine,
It is the mark of Cain.

The course of passion and the fret

Of godless hope and fear,

Toil, care, and guilt, their hues have set, And fixed that likeness there.

SAVIOUR! wash out the imprinted shame,
That I no more may pine,

Sin's martyr, though not meet to claim
Thy Cross, a saint of Thine.

41.

O TEACH US, LORD, our hearts to try, Ere we before Thee come : Mindful of Thine all-searching Eye, And of the judgment doom.

LORD, if within my spirit aught
Of former sin remains,

O grant me tears of bitter thought,
To wash away the stains.

Search if within me lust or hate,
Or wrath embosomed lies;
Lest it be found, when all too late,
The worm that never dies.

"Tis sad if Satan's bonds we bear,
And feel the galling pain;
But, O! most sad of all to wear,
And yet not feel, his chain !

42.

I BEAR upon my brow the sign
Of sorrow and of pain ;
Alas! no hopeful Cross is mine,
It is the mark of Cain.

The course of passion and the fret
Of godless hope and fear,-

Toil, care, and guilt, their hues have set,
And fixed that likeness there.

SAVIOUR! wash out the imprinted shame, That I no more may pine,

Sin's martyr, though not meet to claim Thy Cross, a saint of Thine.

43.

THERE is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, as vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

Dear, dying LAMB, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed Church of GOD Be saved to sin no more.

Ere since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme
And shall be till I die.