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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 !
Lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day ;
Wash all my sins away.
Dear dying Lamb! thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Be saved, to sin no more.
E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
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,
A golden harp for me!
'Tis strung, and tuned, for endless years,
And formed by power divine,
No other name but Thine.
“ LOVEST THOU ME?”
HARK, my soul ! it is the Lord ;
“ I delivered thee when bound,
“ Mine is an unchanging love,
“ Thou shalt see my glory soon,
Lord, it is my chief complaint,
“ 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.