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Spir-it's power

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2 The sprinkled blood is speaking
Forgiveness full and free,
Its wondrous power is breaking
Each bond of guilt for me;
The sprinkled blood's revealing
A Father's smiling face,
The Saviour's love is sealing

Each monument of grace.

3 The sprinkled blood is pleading
Its virtue as my own,
And there my soul is reading
Her title to Thy throne.
The sprinkled blood is owning

The weak one's feeblest plea;
'Mid sighs, and tears, and groaning,
It pleads, O Lord, with thee.

4 0 wondrous power, that seeketh
From sin to set me free!

O precious blood, that speaketh!
Should I not value thee?
The sprinkled blood is shedding
Its fragrance all around,
It gilds the path we're treading,
It makes our joys abound.

Anon.

358 [Tune, Autumn, No. 501,] 8s & 78. D. 1 HAIL, thou once despisèd Jesus! Crowned in mockery a king! Thou didst suffer to release us;

Thou didst free salvation bring.

Hail, thou agonizing Saviour!
Bearer of our sin and shame!
By thy merits we find favor;

Life is given through thy name.

2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins on thee were laid;
By Almighty Love anointed.
Thou redemption's price hast paid.
All thy people are forgiven

Through the virtue of thy blood;
Opened is the gate of heaven,

Peace is made 'twixt man and God

3 Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory!
There forever to abide;
All the heavenly hosts adore thee,
Seated at thy Father's side:
There for sinners thou art pleading;
There thou dost our place prepare,
Ever for us interceding,

Till in glory we appear.

4 Worship, honor, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give;
Help, ye bright angelic spirits,
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour's merits,
Help to chant Immanuel's praise!
John Bakewell.

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1 LORD, we are vile, and full of sin,
We're born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts his race, and taints us all.

2 Soon as we draw our infant breath
The seeds of sin grow up for death;
Thy law demands a perfect heart,
But we're defiled in every part.

3 Behold, we fall before thy face;
Our only refuge is thy grace:
No outward forms can make us clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.

4 Nor bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch, nor earthly priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.

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HEINRICH C. ZEUNER.

2 Once on the raging seas I rode;

The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark.

3 Deep horror then my vitals froze;

Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose,

It was the Star of Bethlehem.

4 It was my guide, my light, my all;

It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall It led me to the port of peace. Henry Kirke White.

1 JESUS, engrave it on my heart That thou the one thing needful art; I could from all things parted be, But never, never, Lord, from thee. 2 Needful is thy most precious blood, To reconcile my soul to God; Needful is thy indulgent care, Needful thy all-prevailing prayer. 3 Needful thy presence, dearest Lord, True peace and comfort to afford; Needful thy promise, to impart Fresh life and vigor to my heart. 4 Needful art thou, my Guide, my Stay, Through all life's dark and weary way; Nor will at last less needful be

To bring me home to heaven and thee.

Samuel Medley.

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