HYMN 46. С. М.
The Fountain of Christ's Blood.
NHERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; And sinners plung'd beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see That fountain in his day; And there may I, as vile as he, Wash all my sins away.
3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lose its pow'r, 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 pow'r to save;
When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue, Lies silent in the grave.
HYMN 47. S. M.
The Sufferings of Divine Love.
Y dear Redeemer see!
Make Redde for Drinking the vinegar and gall, And crown'd with ragged thorn. 2 They pierc'd him to the heart, Oh, let me view the wound! And count the precious flowing drops, That stain the thirsty ground!
3 Ah! who could mar thee thus, That never didst offend? How could a sinful world combine Against the sinner's friend? 4 They needed not the spear To shed my Saviour's blood; Love would have burst his tender heart Whilst mercy pour'd the flood.
5 O copious, healing stream! Though urg'd by hostile hand; From evil springs the mighty good, That cleanses Judah's land.
HYMN 48. С. М.
The Inspired Word a System of Knowledge and Joy. Psa cxix. 105.
OW precious is the book divine, By inspiration giv'n !
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, To guide our souls to heav'n.
2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, In this dark vale of tears ;
Life, light, and joy it still imparts,
And soothes our rising fears.
3 This lamp, through all the tedious night
Of life shall guide our way, Till we behold the clearer light Of an eternal day.
The Usefulness of the Scriptures. Psa. xix. HEN Israel through the desert pass'd, A firey pillar went before, To guide them thro' the dreary waste, And lessen the fatigues they bore
2 Such is thy glorious word, O God, 'Tis for our light and guidance giv'n; It sheds a lustre all abroad,
And points the path to bliss and heav'n. * 3 It fills the soul with sweet delight, And quickens its inactive pow'rs, It sets our wand'ring footsteps right, Displays thy love, and kindles ours. 4 Its promises rejoice our hearts, Its doctrines are divinely true; Knowledge and pleasure it imparts, It comforts, and instructs us too. 5 Ye favor'd lands, who have this word, Ye saints, who feel its saving power, Unite your tongues to praise the Lord, And his distinguish'd grace adore.
The Excellency and Sufficiency of the Holy
ATHER of mercies, in thy word, What endless glory shines!
For ever be thy name ador'd, For these celestial lines.
2 Here, may the wretched sons of want, Exhaustless riches find;
Riches, above what earth can grant, And lasting as the mind.
3 Here, the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repast; Sublimer sweets than nature knows
Invite the longing taste.
4 Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heav'nly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound.
5 Oh, may these heav'nly pages be My ever dear delight; And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light.
Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, Be thou for ever near; Teach me to love thy sacred word, And view my Saviour there.
HYMN 51. С. М.
Comfort from the Holy Scriptures.
ADEN with guilt, and full of fears, I fly to thee, my Lord, And not a glimpse of hope appears, But in thy written word.
2 The volume of my father's grace Does all my grief assuage; Here, I behold my Saviour's face, Almost in every page.
3 This is the field where hidden lies The pearl of price unknown; That merchant is divinely wise, Who makes the pearl his own. 4 Here consecrated water flows, To quench my thirst of sin; Here, the fair tree of knowledge grows, Nor danger dwells therein.
This is the Judge that ends the strife, Where sense and reason fail;
My guide to everlasting life, Thro' all this gloomy vales
6 Oh, may thy counsels, mighty God, My roving feet command, Nor I forsake the happy road
That leads to thy right hand.
Efficacious Grace. Psa. xlv. 3
AIL mighty Jesus!
Π Is thy victorious sword!
The stoutest rebel must resign, At thy commanding word.
2 Deep are the wounds thine arrows give; They pierce the hardest heart;
Thy smiles of grace the slain revive, And joy succeeds to smart
3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh, Come with majestic sway; Down from thy glorious throne on high, And make thy foes obey.
4 And when thy vict'ries are complete; When all the chosen race
Shall round the throne of glory meet, To sing thy conqu'ring grace; 5 Oh, may my humble soul be found Among that favor'd band! And I, with them, thy praise will sound, As round the throne we stand.
TOW may the Lord reveal his face, And teach our stamm'ring tongues,
To make his sov'reign, reigning grace, The subject of our songs.
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