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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;
And there would I, though vile as he,
Wash all

3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransom'd church of God

Be sav'd, 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 frail and mortal tongue

Lies silent in the grave. 74.

BAPTIZED into Thy glorious name,

Ere yet the dawn of reason came;
Now we are taught that name to know,

Help us Thy worthy praise to shew! 2 The water on our foreheads fell ;

Within us let Thy spirit dwell,
Thy promis'd inward grace impart,
To wash the soul and cleanse the heart.



3 Then dead to sin, to God alive,

May we as Christian soldiers strive,
Satan, the world, the flesh subdue,

Thy word believe, Thy paths pursue. 75. Psalm LXXV. 11. 13. PRAISE to God! immortal praise

For the love that crowns our days :
Bounteous Source of

every joy,
Let Thy praise our tongues employ.
2 For the blessings of the field,

For the stores the gardens yield,
Grateful praises now we sing,

For the joy which harvests bring. 3 Flocks that whiten all the plain ;

Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain ;
Clouds that drop refreshing dews;

Suns that temperate warmth diffuse; 4 All that spring, with bounteous hand,

Scatters o'er the fertile land;
All that liberal autumn pours

From her rich o’erflowing stores ; 5 These to Thee, our God, we owe,

Source from whence all blessings flow!
And for these our souls shall raise

Grateful vows and solemn praise. 76. Fourth Sunday after Easter. 6,8. CREATOR, Spirit ! by whose aid

The world's foundations first were laid;
Come, visit each expectant mind;
Come, pour Thy joys on human kind;



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 lest our feet should haply stray,
Protect and guide us in the way :
Make us eternal truth receive,

And practise all that we believe. 3 Immortal honour, endless fame,

Attend the Almighty Father's name;
The Saviour Son be glorified,
Who for lost man's redemption died;
And equal adoration be,

Eternal Comforter, to Thee ! 77.

. At a Funeral.
BENEATH our feet, and o’er our head,

Is equal warning given ;
Beneath us lie the countless dead,

Above us is the heaven !
2 Death rides on every passing breeze,

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,
The earth rings hollow from below,

And warns thee of her dead !
4 Turn, sinner, turn! thy soul apply

To truths divinely given;
The bones that underneath thee lie

Shall live for hell or heaven.



Psalın CIV.
O WORSHIP the King, all glorious

O gratefully sing His power and His love ;
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of

Days ;
Pavilioned in splendour, and girded with

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,

the sea.

4 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite,

It breathes in the air, it shines in the light ;
It streams from the hills, it descends to the

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 ;
Thy mercies how tender, how sure to the end :
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and



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.


A Prayer.


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.

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