COWPER.

C. M.

LOWELL MASON.

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The cleansing fountain.

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

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;

And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3 Thou dying Lamb! thy precious blood Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed Church of God
Are saved, to sin no more.

4 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.

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save,

When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave.

6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepared,
Unworthy though I be,

For me a blood-bought, free reward,
A golden harp for me!

1 WHEN Wounded sore, the stricken soul Lies bleeding and unbound,

One only hand, a piercéd hand,

Can heal the sinner's wound.

2 When sorrow swells the laden breast, And tears of anguish flow, One only heart, a broken heart,

Can feel the sinner's woe.

3 When penitence has wept in vain
Over some foul, dark spot,

One only stream, a stream of blood,
Can wash away the blot.

4 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white,
His hand that brings relief;

His heart that's touched with all our joys, And feeleth for our grief.

5 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord!
Unseal that cleansing tide:

We have no shelter from our sin
But in thy wounded side.

Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander.

SILVER STREET. S. M.

ISAAO SMITK.

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Grace.

'Tis God that speaks, and we confess
The doctrine most divine.

2 Down from his throne on high,
The mighty Saviour comes;
Lays his bright robes of glory by,
And feeble flesh assumes.

3 The debt that sinners owed,
Upon the cross he pays:

Then through the clouds ascends to God. 'Midst shouts of loftiest praise.

4 There our High Priest appears
Before his Father's throne;
Mingles his merits with our tears,
And pours salvation down.
5 Great Sovereign, we adore
Thy justice and thy grace,
And on thy faithfulness and power
Our firm dependence place.

Samuel Stennett, a
HEINRICH CHRISTOPHER ZEUNER.

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Samuel Medley, alt.

1 SALVATION! O the joyful sound!
What pleasure to our ears!
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Salvation! let the echo fly

The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound.

3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb! To thee the praise belongs: Salvation shall inspire our hearts, And dwell upon our tongues.

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Isaac Watts.

The all-sufficient Saviour.

1 THE Saviour! O what endless charms Dwell in that blissful sound!

Its influence every fear disarms,
And spreads delight around.

2 Here pardon, life, and joy divine,
In rich effusion flow,

For guilty rebels, lost in sin,

And doomed to endless woe.

3 The almighty Former of the skies Stoops to our vile abode;

While angels view with wondering eyes,
And hail the incarnate God.

4 How rich the depths of love divine!
Of bliss a boundless store!
Redeemer, let me call thee mine,
Thy fullness I implore.

5 On thee alone my hope relies; Beneath thy cross I fall;

My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice, My Saviour, and my All!

Anne Steele.

1 LET every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.

2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind;

3 Eternal Wisdom hath prepared
A soul-reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die,

Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.

5 Rivers of love and mercy here
In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows,

Like floods of milk and wine.

327 Love which passeth knowledge.
1 OF Him who did salvation bring,
I could forever think and sing;
Arise, ye needy,-he'll relieve;
Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive.

2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'tis given;
Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven:
Though sin and sorrow wound my soul,
Jesus, thy balm will make it whole.

3 To shame our sins he blushed in blood;
He closed his eyes to show us God:
Let all the world fall down and know
That none but God such love can show.

1 HAPPY the man who finds the grace,
The blessing of God's chosen race,
The wisdom coming from above,
The faith that sweetly works by love.

2 Wisdom divine! who tells the price
Of wisdom's costly merchandise?
Wisdom to silver we prefer,
And gold is dross compared to her.

3 Her hands are filled with length o days,

True riches, and immortal praise;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her flowery paths are peace.

4 Happy the man who wisdom gains;
Thrice happy, who his guest retains:
He owns, and shall forever own,
Wisdom, and Christ, and heaven, are one.

Charles Wesley.