in my Sav-iour shine, I'd soar and touch the heav'nly strings, And vie with Gabriel

1. There is

a foun- tain filled with blood Drawn from Im - man-uel's veins;

And sin-ners, plunged be - neath that flood, Lose all their guilt - y

stains.

D.S.

Lose all their guilt - y stains,

Lose all their guilt-ý stains; A-MEN,

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 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed Church of God

Be 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 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

I'll sing Thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stammering
Lies silent in the grave. (tongue

William Cowper.

Tune:— MANOAH.
2 Unnumbered comforts, to my soul, Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
Thy tender care bestowed,

That tastes those gifts with joy.
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.

5 Through every period of my life

Thy goodness I'll pursue; 3 When, in the slippery paths of youth, And after death, in distant worlds, With heedless steps, I ran,

The glorious theme renew.
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.

6 Through all eternity, to Thee

A joyful song I'll raise; 1 Ten thousand, thousand precious gifts For O, eternity's too short My daily thanks employ;

To utter all Thy praise!

Joseph Addison.

1. A-rise, my soul, a - risel Shake off thy guilt-y fears; The bleeding Sac - ri

In my be- half ap- pears; Be - fore the throne my Sure-ty stands, Be

fore the throne my Surety stands: My name is writ-ten on

246 Louvan. L. M.

VIR

IL C. TAYLOR.

1. My Shep-herd is the Lord Most High, And all my wants shall be sup-plied:

In pastures green He makes me lie, And leads by streams which gently glide. AMEN.

2 He in His mercy doth restore

Because Thy presence shall not fail, My soul when sinking in distress;

Thy rod and staff my soul shall cheer. For His name's sake He evermore Leads me in paths of righteousness. |

4 For me a table Thou hast spread,

Prepared before the face of foes; 3 Yea, though I walk through death's dark With oil Thou dost anoint my head; E’en there no evil will I fear, [vale,! My cup is filled and overflows.

Anon. 247 Downs. C. M.

L. MASON.