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240 Ariel. C. P. M.

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1. There is

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

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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.

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

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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 all-redeeming love,

His precious blood to plead;
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

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 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.

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1 Blow ye the trumpet, blow,

The gladly solemn soundi
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 comel
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.

246 Louvan. L. M.

VIRGIL C. TAYLOR.

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

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

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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.

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1. What grace, O Lord, and beau-ty shone A-round Thy steps be

low:

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No, there's a cross for ev-'ryone, And there's a cross for me.

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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.
4 Upon the crystal pavement, down

At Jesus' pierced feet,
Joyful, I'll cast my golden crown,
And His dear name repeat.

Thomas Shepherd

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