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73. The Blood of Christ. THERE is a fountain, fill’d with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins, And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
Shall never lose its power,
Be sav'd, to sin no more.
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 frail and mortal tongue
Lies silent in the grave. 74.
Ere yet the dawn of reason came;
Help us Thy worthy praise to shew! 2 The water on our foreheads fell ;
Within us let Thy spirit dwell,
3 Then dead to sin, to God alive,
May we as Christian soldiers strive,
Thy word believe, Thy paths pursue. 75. Psalm LXXV. 11. 13. PRAISE to God! immortal praise
For the love that crowns our days :
For the stores the gardens yield,
For the joy which harvests bring. 3 Flocks that whiten all the plain ;
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain ;
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse; 4 All that spring, with bounteous hand,
Scatters o'er the fertile land;
From her rich o’erflowing stores ; 5 These to Thee, our God, we owe,
Source from whence all blessings flow!
Grateful vows and solemn praise. 76. Fourth Sunday after Easter. 6,8. CREATOR, Spirit ! by whose aid
The world's foundations first were laid;
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make us temples worthy Thee! 2 Chase from our minds th' infernal foe,
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow;
And practise all that we believe. 3 Immortal honour, endless fame,
Attend the Almighty Father's name;
Eternal Comforter, to Thee ! 77.
. At a Funeral.
Is equal warning given ;
Above us is the heaven !
He lurks in every flower ; Each season has its own disease,
Its peril every hour ! 3 Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know;
Where'er thy foot can tread,
And warns thee of her dead !
To truths divinely given;
Shall live for hell or heaven.
praise. 2 () tell of His might; O sing of His grace ; Whose robe is the light, whose canopy
space : His chariots of wrath the deep thunder
clouds form, And dark is His path on the wings of the
storm. 3 This earth, with its store of wonders
untold, Almighty, Thy power hath founded of old : Hath 'stablished it fast by a changeless
decree, And round it hath cast, like a mantle,
4 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite,
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light ;
plain, And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain. 5 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail ;
79. “We Praise Thee, O God." WE Thee, o Triune
God, adore ! Acknowledging Thy wondrous might! Whilst earth around, from shore to shore,
Proclaims it thro' each day and night. 2 To Thee, aloud, archangel's cry!
The heavens and all the powers therein ! Thrice Holy Lord, Thou King on high,
O'er cherub and o'er seraphim ! 3 Apostles, Prophets, Martyrs, sing
In realms above their joyful praise, And endless Hallelujahs ring
Thro’ blissful and unnumbered days. 4 O Christ! Thou King of Glory, save
Thy ransomed heritage below ; O govern us, we humbly crave,
And raise us from this world of woe. 5 We pray Thee, keep each contrite soul
Secure from sin, by sovereign grace; And when the last day's thunders roll,
Vouchsafe Thy mercy to our race.
O LORD, Thou hast enlarg'd our bounds,
Here in Thy name once more we meet; Let praise and prayer, in joyful sounds, Now rise before Thy mercy-seat. Let praise ascend for sins forgiven, And prayer from hearts that look to heaven,
To hail their Lord's appearing.