186 Glorious Fountain. C.M.

(407) Glorious Fountain.

There is a fountain filled with blood,

Drawn from Immanuel's veins,

And sinners plunged beneath that flood,

Lose all their guilty stains.

CHO.--Oh, glorious fountain!

Here will I stay,

And in thee ever

Wash my sins away.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see,

That fountain in his day,

And there may I, though vile as he,

Wash all my sins away.

3 Thou dying Lamb, thy precious blood,

Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed church of God,

Are saved 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 And when this feeble, faltering tongue

Lies silent in the grave,

Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

I'll sing thy power to save.

William Cowper, 1779.

187 Siloam. C.M.

(488) The All-Sufficient Grace.

When wounded sore, the stricken soul

Lies bleeding and unbound:

One hand alone, a pierced hand,

Can heal the sinner's wound.

2 When sorrow swells the laden breast,

And tears of anguish flow,

One heart alone, a broken heart,

Can feel the sinner's woe.

3 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white,

His hand, that brings relief;

His heart, that's touched with all our joys,

And feeleth for our grief.

4 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord!

Unseal that cleansing tide;

We have no shelter from our sin,

But in thy wounded side.

Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander, 1858.

188 Siloam. C.M.

Salvation.

Salvation! oh, the joyful sound!

What pleasure to our ears;

A sovereign balm for every wound,

A cordial for our fears.

2 Salvation! let the echo fly

The spacious earth around,

While all the armies of the sky

Conspire to raise the sound.

3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb!

To Thee the praise belongs:

Salvation shall inspire our hearts,

And dwell upon our tongues.

Isaac Watts.

189 Dunbar. S.M.

(446) All Invited.

How, vast, how full, how free,

The mercy of our God!

Proclaim the blessed news around,

And spread it all abroad.

CHO.--I'm glad salvation's free!

I'm glad salvation's free!

Salvation's free for you and me,

I'm glad salvation's free!

2 How vast! "whoever will"

May drink at mercy's stream,

And know that faith in Jesus brings

Salvation now to him.

3 How full! it doth remove

The stain of every sin;

And makes the soul as white and pure,

As though no sin had been.

4 Poor trembling sinner, come!

God waits to comfort thee,

Come, cast thyself upon his love,

So vast, so full, so free.

Vestry H. & T. Book.

190 Boylston. S.M.

(297) The Better Sacrifice.

Not all the blood of beasts,

On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace,

Or wash away the stain.

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,

Takes all our sins away;

A sacrifice of nobler name,

And richer blood than they.

3 My faith would lay her hand

On that dear head of Thine,

While like a penitent I stand,

And there confess my sin.

4 My soul looks back to see

The burden thou didst bear;

While hanging on the cursed tree,

And knows her guilt was there.

Isaac Watts

191 Jesus Saves. P.M.

Atonement for All.

We have heard the joyful sound,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

Spread the tidings all around,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

Bear the news to ev'ry land,

Climb the steeps and cross the waves;

Onward! 'tis our Lord's command;

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

2 Waft it on the rolling tide,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

Tell to sinners far and wide,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

Sing, ye islands of the sea,

Echo back, ye ocean caves;

Earth shall keep her jubilee;

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

3 Sing above the battle strife,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

By his death and endless life,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

Sing it softly thro' the gloom,

When the heart for mercy craves;

Sing in triumph o'er the tomb,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

4 Give the winds a mighty voice,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

Let the nations now rejoice,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

Shout salvation full and free,

Highest hills and deepest caves;

This our song of victory,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

Priscilla J. Owens.

192 Boylston. S.M.

Ark of Salvation.

Like Noah's weary dove

That soared the earth around,

But not a resting place above

The cheerless waters found,

2 Oh, cease, my wandering soul,

On restless wing to roam;

All the wide world, to either pole,

Has not for thee a home.

3 Behold the ark of God,

Behold the open door;

Hasten to gain that dear abode,

And rove, my soul, no more.

4 There safe thou shalt abide,

There sweet shall be thy rest,

And every longing satisfied,

With full salvation blessed.

Wm. A. Muhlenberg.

193 Christ Receiveth Sinful Men. 7s.

A Joyful Message.

Sinners Jesus will receive;

Sound this word of grace to all

Who the heavenly pathway leave,

All who linger, all who fall.

REF.--Sing it o'er and o'er again;

Christ receiveth sinful men,

Make the message clear and plain:

Christ receiveth sinful men.

2 Come, and he will give you rest;

Trust him for his word is plain;

He will take the sinfulest;

Christ receiveth sinful men.

3 Now my heart condemns me not,

Pure before the law I stand;

He who cleansed me from all spot,

Satisfied its last demand.

4 Christ receiveth sinful men,

Even me with all my sin;

Purged from every spot and stain,

Heaven with him I'll enter in.

Arr. from Neumaster, 1671.

194 Depth of Mercy. 7s.

(501) The Chief of Sinners

Depth of mercy! can there be

Mercy still reserved for me?

Can my God his wrath forbear?

Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

CHO.--God is love; I know, I feel;

Jesus weeps and loves me still;

Jesus weeps and loves me still.

2 I have long withstood his grace,

Long provoked him to his face;

Would not hearken to his calls;

Grieved him by a thousand falls.

3 There for me the Savior stands;

Shows his wounds and spreads his hands;

God is love; I know, I feel;

Jesus weeps, and loves me still.

4 Now incline me to repent;

Let me now my fall lament;

Now my foul revolt deplore;

Weep, believe, and sin no more.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

195 Lenox. H.M.

(461) The Jubilee Proclaimed.

Blow ye the trumpet, blow!

The gladly solemn sound,

Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound,

The year of jubilee is come,

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

2 Jesus, our great High Priest,

Hath full atonement made:

Ye weary spirits! rest,

Ye mournful souls! be glad;

The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

3 Extol the Lamb of God,--

The all-atoning Lamb;

Redemption in his blood,

Throughout the world, proclaim;

The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

4 Ye, who have sold for naught

Your heritage above!

Shall have it back unbought,

The gift of Jesus' love;

The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

Charles Wesley, 1755.

196 Lenox. H. M.

The Sacrifice.

Arise, my soul, arise,

Shake off thy guilty fears;

The bleeding sacrifice

In my behalf appears;

Before the throne my Surety stands,

My name is written on his hands.

2 He ever lives above,

For me to intercede;

His all-redeeming love,

His precious blood to plead;

His blood atoned for all our race,

And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

3 Five bleeding wounds he bears,

Received on Calvary;

They pour effectual prayers,

They strongly speak for me;

Forgive him, O forgive, they cry,

Nor let that ransomed sinner die.

4 The Father hears him pray,

His dear Anointed One;

He cannot turn away

The presence of his Son;

His Spirit answers to the blood,

And tells me I am born of God.

5 My God is reconciled,

His pard'ning voice I hear,

He owns me for his child,

I can no longer fear;

With confidence I now draw nigh,

And Father, Abba, Father, cry.

197 All to Christ I Owe. 6s.

Jesus Paid It All.

I hear the Savior say,

Thy strength indeed is small;

Child of weakness, watch and pray,

Find in me thine all in all.

CHO.--Jesus paid it all,

All to him I owe;

Sin had left a crimson stain,

He washed it white as snow.

2 Lord, now indeed I find

Thy power, and thine alone,

Can change the leper's spots,

And melt the heart of stone.

3 For nothing good have I

Whereby thy grace to claim--

I'll wash my garment white

In the blood of Calvary's Lamb.

4 When from my dying bed

My ransomed soul shall rise,

Then "Jesus paid it all"

Shall rend the vaulted skies.

5 And when before the throne

I stand in him complete,

I'll lay my trophies down,

All down at Jesus' feet.

Mrs. Elvina M. Hall.

198 All to Christ I Owe. 6s.

(479) Rev. 22:17.

Come to the blood-stained tree;

The Victim bleeding lies;

God sets the sinner free,

Since Christ, a ransom, dies.

2 The Spirit will apply

His blood to cleanse thy stain;

Oh, burdened soul, draw nigh,

For none can come in vain!

3 Dark though thy guilt appear,

And deep its crimson stain,

There's boundless mercy here,

Oh, do not still disdain.

4 Look not within for peace,

Within, there's nought to cheer;

Look up, and find release

From sin, and self, and fear.

199 What a Wonderful Savior. P.M.

A Complete Atonement.

Christ has for sin atonement made,

What a wonderful Savior!

We are redeem'd, the price is paid,

What a wonderful Savior!

CHO.--What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Jesus!

What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Lord!

2 I praise him for the cleansing blood,

What a wonderful Savior!

That reconciled my soul to God,

What a wonderful Savior!

3 He cleansed my heart from all its sin,

What a wonderful Savior!

And now he reigns and rules therein,

What a wonderful Savior!

4 He walks beside me in the way,

What a wonderful Savior!

And keeps me faithful day by day,

What a wonderful Savior!

5 He gives me overcoming power,

What a wonderful Savior!

And triumph in each conflict hour,

What a wonderful Savior!

6 To him I've given all my heart,

What a wonderful Savior!

The world shall never share a part,

What a wonderful Savior!

E. A. Hoffman.

200 Wonderful Grace. P.M.

Divine Grace.

'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace,

This great salvation brings;

The soul, delivered of its load,

In sweetest rapture sings.

CHO.--'Tis grace, 'tis grace,

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful grace,

'Tis grace, 'tis grace,

Flowing still freely for me.

2 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace,

Which saves the soul from sin,

The power of rising evil days,

And reigns supreme within.

3 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace;

Its streams are full and free;

Are flowing now for all the race,

They even flow to me.

Rev. W. H. Burrell.

201 Seeking for Me. P.M.

Christ's Atoning Work.

Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came,

Born in a manger to sorrow and shame;

Oh, it was wonderful, blest be his name,

Seeking for me, for me.

2 Jesus, my Savior, on Calvary's tree

Paid the great debt, and my soul he set free;

Oh, it was wonderful, how could it be?

Dying for me, for me.

3 Jesus, my Savior, the same as of old,

While I did wander afar from the fold,

Gently and long he hath plead with my soul,

Calling for me, for me.

4 Jesus, my Savior, shall come from on high;

Sweet is the promise as weary years fly;

Oh, I shall see him descending the sky,

Coming for me, for me.

E. E. Hasty

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