235 Heber. C. M. GEORGE KINGSLEY. 1. How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believ It soothes his sor-rows, heals his wounds, And drives a-way his fear. A-MEN. 1. God moves in a mysterious way 2 Deep in unfathomable mines He treasures up His bright designs, 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take: 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 5 Blind unbelief is sure to err, William Cowper. 240 Ariel. C. P. M. 1. O could I speak the matchless worth, O could I sound the glories forth, Which 242 Fountain. C. M. Ad. fr. LOWELL MASON. 1. There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Im-man-uel's veins; FINE. And sin-ners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilt - y stains. 243 Lenox. H. M. LEWIS EDSON. 1. A-rise, my soul, a - rise! Shake off thy guilt-y fears; The bleeding Sac - ri fice In my be-half ap- pears; Before the throne my Sure-ty stands, Be fore the throne my Surety stands: My name is writ-ten on His hands. A-MEN. 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. 244 ་ 1 Ye saints, your music bring, Attuned to sweetest sound; Strike every trembling string, Till earth and heaven resound; The triumphs of the cross we sing; Awake, ye saints, each joyful string. 2 The cross, the cross alone, Subdued the powers of hell; The prince of darkness fell; 3 The cross hath power to save From all the foes that rise; The triumphs of the cross we sing; Andrew Reed. 3 My God is reconciled; His pardoning 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. Charles Wesley. 245 1 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 The gospel trumpet hear, The news of heavenly grace; And, saved from earth, appear Before your Saviour's face: The year of jubilee is come! Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. Charles Wesley. |