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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,

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And make all heaven to ring with joy? 'Tis Jesus' precious blood.

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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,
And tears of anguish flow,
One only heart, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner's woe,

3 When penitence has wept in vain
Over some foul dark spot,

One only stream, a stream of blood,
Can wash away the blot.

4 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white, His hand that brings relief,

His heart that's touched with all our joys,
And feeleth for our grief.

5 Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord!
Unseal that cleansing tide;
We have no shelter from our sin,
But in Thy wounded side.

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THANKSGIVING.

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FATHER of Mercies! God of love!

My Father and my God!

I'll sing the honours of Thy name,
And spread Thy praise abroad.

2 In every period of my life

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Thy kindest thoughts appear;
Thy mercies gild each transient scene,
And crown each circling year.

3 In all these mercies may my soul
A Father's bounty see,

Nor let the gifts Thy grace bestows
Estrange my heart from Thee.

4 Teach me, in times of deep distress,
To own Thy hand, my God!,
And in submissive silence learn
The lessons of Thy rod.

5 In every varying mortal state,
Each bright, each dreary scene,
Give me a meek and humble mind,
Still equal and serene.

6 Then shall I close my eyes in death,
Without one anxious fear;

For death itself, my God! is life,
If Thou art with me there.

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ATHER! we Thy children bless Thee
For Thy love on us bestowed;

As our Father we address Thee

Called to be the sons of God.
Wondrous was Thy love in giving
Jesus for our sins to die;

Wondrous was His grace in leaving,
For our sakes, His home on high.
2 Now His sprinkled blood has freed us,
On we go to gain our rest;
Through the desert Thou dost lead us,
With Thy constant favour blest:
By Thy Spirit Thou dost guide us,
Of our joy the earnest given,
And with daily food provide us,
Jesus the true bread of heaven.
3 Though our pilgrimage be dreary
This is not our resting place;
Shall we of the way be weary,
When we see our Master's face?
Now, by faith, anticipating,

In this hope our souls rejoice:
We, His promised advent waiting,

Soon shall hear His welcome voice.
4 Then shall countless myriads, wearing
Robes made white in Jesus' blood,
Palms, like rested pilgrims, bearing,
Stand around the throne of God.
These redeemed from every nation,
Shall in triumph bless Thy name,
Every voice shall cry " Salvation
"To our God, and to the Lamb."

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1 FOR mercies, countless as the sands,

Which daily I receive

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From Jesus my Redeemer's hands,
My soul, what canst thou give?

2 Alas! from such a heart as mine
What can I bring Him forth?

My best is stained and dyed with sin,
My all is nothing worth.

3 Yet this acknowledgment I'll make
For all He has bestowed;
Salvation's sacred cup I'll take,
And call upon my God.

4 The best return for one like me,
So wretched and so poor,

Is from His gifts to draw a plea,
And ask Him still for more.
5 I cannot serve Him as I ought,
No works have I to boast;
Yet would I glory in the thought
That I shall owe Him most.

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ET us, with a gladsome mind,

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Praise the Lord, for He is kind :

For His mercies aye endure,

Ever faithful, ever sure.

2 He, with all-commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light :
For His mercies aye endure, &c.

3 All things living He doth feed;
His full hand supplies their need:
For His mercies aye endure, &c.
4 He His chosen race did bless,
In the wasteful wilderness:
For His mercies aye endure, &c.
5 He hath, with a piteous eye,
Looked upon our misery:

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For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful ever sure.

Let us, then, with gladsome mind, &c.

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OW thank we all our God,
With hearts and hands and voices,

Who wondrous things hath done,

In whom His world rejoices;
Who, from our mother's arms,
Hath blessed us on our way
With countless gifts of love,
And still is ours to-day.
2 Oh! may this bounteous God
Through all our life be near us,
With ever joyful hearts

And blessed peace to cheer us;
And keep us in His grace,

And guide us when perplexed,
And free us from all ills

In this world and the next.
3 All praise and thanks to God
The Father now be given,
The Son, and Him who reigns
With Them in highest heaven :
The one eternal God,

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Whom earth and heaven adore;
For thus it was, is now,

And shall be evermore.

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To the Redeemer's name :

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His praises should employ each tongue,
And every heart inflame.

He laid His glories by,

And shame and death endured,

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