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5 And when this lisping, stainm'ring tongue

Lies silent in the grave,

Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing thy power to save.

6 [Lord, I believe thou hast prepar'd
(Unworthy though I be)

For me a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me.

7 'Tis strung, and tun'd for endless years,
And form'd by pow'r divine,
To sound in God the Father's ears
No other name but thine.]

41. Fountain. 7s.

How much more shall the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without spot to God, purge your conscience from dead works to serve the living God.-HEB. ix. 14.

BLESSED fountain, full of grace!
Grace for sinners, grace for me;
To this source alone I trace,
All I am, and hope to be.

2 What I am; as one redeem'd
Sav'd and rescued by the Lord;
Hating what I once esteem'd;
Loving what I once abhorr'd..

3 What I hope to be; ere long,
When I take my place above;
When I join the heav'nly throng;
When I see the God of love.

4 Then, I hope "like him to be"
Who redeem'd his Saints from sin :
Whom I now obscurely see,
Through a veil that stands between.

5 When I "see him as he is,"
No corruption can remain :
Such their portion who are his :
Such the happy state they gain.
6 Blessed fountain, full of grace !
Grace for sinners, grace for me :
To this source alone I trace,
All I am, and hope to be.

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It shall come to pass that every thing that liveth, which moveth, whithersoever the rivers shall come, shall live. -EZEK. xlvii. 9.

SEE, from Zion's sacred mountain,
Streams of living water flow:
God has open'd there a fountain,
That supplies the world below:
They are blessed,

Who its sov'reign virtues know.

2 Thro' ten thousand channels flowing,
Streams of mercy find their way:
Life, and bealth, and joy bestowing,
Making all around look gay:
O ye nations!

Hail! the long expected day.

3 Gladden'd by the flowing treasure,
All-enriching as it goes:

Lo, the desert smiles with pleasure,
Buds and blossoms as the rose;
Ev'ry object

Sings for joy where'er it flows.

4 Trees of life the banks adorning,
Yield their fruit to all around:
Those who eat are sav'd from mourning;
Pleasure comes, and hopes abound;
Fair their portion!
Endless life with glory crown'd.

43. The Friend of his People. L. M.

This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that CHRIST JESUS came into the world to save sinners. -1 TIM. i. 15,

POOR, weak, and worthless tho' I am,
I have a rich Almighty Friend;
JESUS the SAVIOUR is his name:
He freely loves, and without end!

2 He ransom'd me from hell with blood,
And by his pow'r my foes controul'd;
He found me wand'ring far from GOD,
And brought me to his chosen fold.

8 He cheers my heart, my want supplies,
And says that I shall shortly be
Enthron'd with him above the skies:
O what a Friend is CHRIST to me!

4 But ah! my inmost spirit mourns,
And well my eyes with tears may

To think of my perverse returns ;
I've been a faithless friend to him!

5 Often my gracious Friend I grieve,
Neglect, distrust, and disobey;
And often Satan's lies believe,
Sooner than all my Lord can say,

6 [He bids me always freely come,
And promises whate'er I ask;

But I am strait'ned, cold, and dumb,
And count my privilege a task.]

7 [Before the world that hates his cause, My treacherous heart has throbb'd with shame :

Loth to forego the world's applause,
I hardly dare avow his name.]

8 Sure, were I not most vile and base, I could not thus my friend requite; And were not he the God of grace, He'd frown and spurn me from his sight!

44. The Fulness of his People. C.M. And of his fulness have all we received, and grace for grace.-JOHN i, 16.

LORD, we adore thy boundless grace,
The heights and depths unknown,
Of pardon, life, and joy, and peace ;
In thy beloved Son.

2 O wond'rous gift of love divine,
Thou source of ev'ry good!
JESUS, in thee what glories shine
How rich thy flowing blood!
3 Come, all ye pining, hungry poor,
The SAVIOUR's bounty taste;
Behold a never-failing store
For ev'ry willing guest!

4 Here shall your ev'ry want receive
A free, a full supply:
He has unmeasur'd bliss to give,
And joys that never die.

5 Lord, bring unwilling souls to thee,
With sweet constraining pow'r ;
Thy boundless grace let rebels see,
And at thy feet adore.

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