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240 Ariel. C. P. M.
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
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;
Wash all my sins away.
Shall never lose its power,
Be saved to sin no more.
4 E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
And shall be till I die.
I'll sing Thy power to save,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
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.
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!
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
His hands. A-MEN,
2 He ever lives above,
For me to intercede;
His precious blood to plead;
3 My God is reconciled;
His pardoning voice I hear:
I can no longer fear:
Attuned to sweetest sound;
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;
From all the foes that rise;
A passage to the skies;
The gladly solemn soundi
To earth's remotest bound,
Hath full atonement made;
Ye mournful souls, be glad:
The news of heavenly grace;
Before your Saviour's face:
246 Louvan. L. M.
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.
2 How happy are the saints above,
Who once went sorrowing here! But now they taste unmingled love,
And joy without a tear. 3 The consecrated cross I'll bear,
Till death shall set me free;
And then go home my. crown to wear,
For there's a crown for me.
At Jesus' pierced feet,