1 WHAT sacred fountain yonder springs Up from the throne of God, And all our covenant blessings brings ? 'Tis Jesus' precious blood. 2 What mighty sum paid all my debt, When I a bondsman stood, And hath my soul at freedom set ?'Tis Jesus' precious blood. 3 What stream is that which sweeps away My sins as by a flood, Nor lets one guilty blemish stay ?'Tis Jesus' precious blood. 4 What voice is that which speaks for me, In heaven's high court, for good, And from the curse hath set me free ?— 'Tis Jesus' precious blood. 5 What theme, my soul! will best employ Thy harp before thy God, 1 And make all heaven to ring with joy? 'Tis Jesus' precious blood. 74 C.M. WHEN, wounded sore, the stricken soul Lies bleeding and unbound, One only hand, a pierced hand, Can salve the sinner's wound. 2 When sorrow swells the laden breast, 3 When penitence has wept in vain One only stream, a stream of blood, 4 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white, His hand that brings relief, His heart that's touched with all our joys, 5 Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord! 1 THANKSGIVING. 75 FATHER of Mercies! God of love! My Father and my God! I'll sing the honours of Thy name, 2 In every period of my life C.M. Thy kindest thoughts appear; 3 In all these mercies may my soul Nor let the gifts Thy grace bestows 4 Teach me, in times of deep distress, 5 In every varying mortal state, 6 Then shall I close my eyes in death, For death itself, my God! is life, 1 FATHE ATHER! we Thy children bless Thee As our Father we address Thee Called to be the sons of God. Wondrous was His grace in leaving, In this hope our souls rejoice: Soon shall hear His welcome voice. 1 FOR mercies, countless as the sands, Which daily I receive C.M. From Jesus my Redeemer's hands, 2 Alas! from such a heart as mine My best is stained and dyed with sin, 3 Yet this acknowledgment I'll make 4 The best return for one like me, Is from His gifts to draw a plea, 1 78 ET us, with a gladsome mind, Praise the Lord, for He is kind : For His mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 2 He, with all-commanding might, 3 All things living He doth feed; 78. 1 For His mercies aye endure, Let us, then, with gladsome mind, &c. NOW OW thank we all our God, Who wondrous things hath done, In whom His world rejoices; And blessed peace to cheer us; And guide us when perplexed, In this world and the next. 1 2 Whom earth and heaven adore; And shall be evermore. To the Redeemer's name : S.M. His praises should employ each tongue, He laid His glories by, And shame and death endured, |