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" THE BLOOD OF JESUS CHRIST HIS SON CLEANSETH

US FROM ALL SIN."

THERE is a fountain filled with blood,

Drawn from Immanuel'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 ransom'd church of God

Be saved, to sin no more.

E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream

Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,

And shall be till I die.

Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

I'll sing Thy power to save ; When this poor, lisping, stammering tongue

Lies silent in the grave.

Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared,

Unworthy though I be,
For me a blood-bought free reward,

A golden harp for me!

'Tis strung, and tuned, for endless years,

And formed by power divine,
To sound in God the Father's ears

No other name but Thine.

“ LOVEST THOU ME?”

HARK, my soul ! it is the Lord ;
'Tis thy Saviour, hear His word ;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee ;
“ Say, poor sinner,—lovest thou me?

“ I delivered thee when bound,
And, when wounded, healed thy wound;
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.

“ Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above ;
Deeper than the depths beneath ;
Free and faithful, strong as death.

“ Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done ;
Partner of my throne shall be :
Say, poor sinner,-lovest thou me?”

Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint ;
Yet I love Thee, and adore,-
Oh! for grace to love Thee more!

“ HE DOETH ALL THINGS WELL!”

O LORD, my best desire fulfil,

And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort, to Thy will,

And make Thy pleasure mine.

Why should I shrink at Thy command,

Whose love forbids my fears ! Or tremble at the gracious hand

That wipes away my tears ?

No; rather let me freely yield

What most I prize, to Thee; Who never has a good withheld,

Or wilt withhold, from me.

Thy favour, all my journey through,

Thou art engaged to grant ; What else I want, or think I do,

'Tis better still to want.

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