: 3 564 1 There is a foun-tain filled with blood Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; And sinners, plunged be 441 MANOAH C. M. Arr. in Henry W. Greatorex's "Collection," Boston, 1851 10 O3 myster y of love Divine That thought and thanks o'er - powers! O Lord Jesus, was our por- tion Thine, And is Thy por-tion ours? 2 Emmanuel, didst Thou take our place To set us in Thine own? Didst Thou our low estate embrace 3 Didst Thou fulfil each righteous deed, 4 On Thy pure soul did dread and gloom In that drear garden rise? Are ours the brightness and the bloom Of Thine own Paradise? A - MEN. 5 For Thee the Father's hidden face? For Thee the bitter cry? For us the Fa her's endless grace, 6 Our load of sin and misery 7 Lord Jesus, is it even so? Have we been loved thus? 8 Thou, who our very place didst take, Thou, who Thy portion ours dost make, 442 (COWPER) C.M. 1 There is a fountain filled with blood 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there have I, as vile as he, Washed all my sins away. Thomas H. Gill, 1864 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 William Cowper, 1772 443 MOUNT ZION 7.7.7.7.7.7. Sir Arthur Sullivan, 1867 1 When this pass - ing world is done, When has sunk yon glar - ing 4 4 sun, When we stand with Christ in glo- ry, Look - ing o'er life's finished story, 宇 Then, Lord, shall I fully know, Not till then, how much I owe. A-MEN. And ev-ery la bor of His hands Shows something worthy of a God: A-MEN. Copyright, 1895, by The Trustee of the Presbyterian Board of Publication and Sabbath-School Work 2 Long years were spent for me 3 In weariness and woe, That through eternity Thy glory I might know: And Thou hast brought to me 445 (HAMBURG) L. M. 1 Nature with open volume stands To spread her Maker's praise abroad, Thy pardon and Thy love: 4. O let my life be given, My years for Thee be spent; And joy with suffering blent: Frances R. Havergal, 1858: recast in "Church Hymns," 1871 And every labor of His hands 2 But in the grace that rescued man His brightest form of glory shines; Here, on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn In precious blood and crimson lines. 3 O the sweet wonders of that cross Where my Redeemer loved and died! Her noblest life my spirit draws From His dear wounds and bleeding side. 4 I would for ever speak His Name In sounds to mortal ears unknown With angels join to praise the Lamb, And worship at His Father's throne. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1707: verse 3, line 2, alt, |