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235 Heber. C. M.

GEORGE KINGSLEY.

1. How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believ

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It soothes his sor-rows, heals his wounds, And drives a-way his fear. A-MEN.

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1. God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform:
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take:
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and will break
In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

5 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

William Cowper.

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1. Jesus, the ver y thought of Thee With sweet-ness fills my breast;

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240 Ariel. C. P. M.

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1. O could I speak the matchless worth, O could I sound the glories forth, Which

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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

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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.

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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;
Like lightning from His throne

The prince of darkness fell;
The triumphs of the cross we sing;
Awake, ye saints, each joyful string.

3 The cross hath power to save

From all the foes that rise;
The cross hath made the grave
A passage to the skies;

The triumphs of the cross we sing;
Awake, ye saints, each joyful string.

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.

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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.

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