203. W. COWPER. There is a Fountain filled with Blood. (COWPER.) LOWELL MASON, 1. There is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners, plunged be neath that flood, Lose all their guilt-y stains, Lose all their guilty stains. Amen. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see And there may I, though vile as he, 3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave. 204. Fountain. WESTERN AIR. 1. There is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners, plunged be neath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains, Lose all their guilt - y stains, Lose Fountain.-Concluded. all their guilty stains, And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. 205. Lord, I hear of Showers of Blessing. ELIZABETH CODNER. (EVEN ME.) 4 WM. B. BRADBURY. Lord, I hear of showers of blessing Thou art scatter-ing full and free; Showers the thirsty soul re-fresh- ing; Let some droppings fall on me, Come, and thou shalt be forgiven; 2 See the healing fountain springing 3 Come, then, now-to Jesus flying, 4 Every sin shall be forgiven; Thou through grace a child shalt be; Child of God, and heir of heaven, Yes, a mansion waits for thee, Even thee! } 209. I love to Think, though I am Young. E. PAXTON HOOD. 53 (ARLINGTON.) THOMAS A. ARNE. 1762. 1. I love to think, tho' I am young My Saviour was a child; That Jesus walked this earth a2. He kept His Father's word of truth, As I am taught to do: And while He walked the paths of 3. I love to think that He who spake, And made the blind to see, And called the sleeping dead to 4. That He who wore the thorny crown, And tasted death's despair, Had a kind mother like my 1. Children of the heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing; Sing your Saviour's worthy 2. Ye are traveling home to God In the way the fathers trod; They are happy now and praise, Glorious in His works and ways. Soon their happiness shall see. ᎩᎾ A-men. 3 Fear not, brethren; joyful stand |